i rub the needle
across
the magnet
set it
on a leaf
in a cup of water
all in hopes
of finding direction
in the ever spinning
fluctuations
of the ever hungry
unhinged jaws
of desperation.
depression
is the accumulated
baggage
of a life
half lived
anxiety
the whip
across
bare knuckles
pushing on
with no destination
or signs of home.
