Depression swings a bat

To the back of your head

And runs to hide

Like the coward it is

And you turn around

And see her standing there

“What the fuck was that?”

And she’s puzzled in shock

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean!”

Back and forth until things get quiet

And then –

Depression swings a bat

To the back of your head

And runs to hide

Like the coward it is…