A nowhere kind of thought.

I suffer from clinical depression and the following poem is just a piece of what depression sometimes made me feel. The turning point in this poem represents the first time in years that I started to feel happiness again. It was a scary time and I still do not trust the emotion completely, I rather see it as some kind of blissful invasion.

The eye is closed, it will not open.
It has locked me in my mind.
Where troubles are woes and woes are nothing.
Where I am blind.
My skull is just an empty cave, waiting for display.
Come little words, digest me quickly.
Look
That is where I lay.

I do not always shower,
I leave the dirt to fester.
The sun beats down and a film of sweat
Upon sweat
Embraces me.
And forms shallow pools,
In the hollows of my thoughts.

But
A tiny bloom is hidden in my heart.
A foreign, strange kind of flower,
Lazily
Unfurls a leaf
And stretches my mouth
Into a forgotten smile.
It caresses my worries
And puts them away for later.