seasonal depression

acoustic rock playing in the office is a welcomed distraction

a distraction from the nothing

nothing I can put name to, save

the descent of my mind into

the Trench

the sun has set early this november,

and so have I

she bleeds into the sky, the earth dragging her down

below the Sepulveda Basin

there was a fire there not too long ago

i know what’s coming for me when i leave here

the sky will fall asleep

and take me with it

leaving the rest of me

the shell of me

wondering what i’ve done to provoke

the darkness.