Poem – “My Depression Counts Seconds” – Romance – 9/8/2020

Watch the leaves
Turn white
Through falling debris,
Of clouds that never receive color.

I am the enemy
To my own sunrise
That never welcomes my hand
Drowned in the sand.

Too many clocks
Have broken for the pieces put together,
Except the hands,
For about, they spin
In idle hours,
Idle tears, that never descend quietly.

Love has turned its face about,
Greeting the warmest weather to accompany
The textures of her gaze,
Among my sadness that never loses heart.

Too many hours
Drift into seconds.
Too many seasons
Remind me of winter.

Too many tears
Remind me of lost blood.