Week 14 – Sandbags


A poem describing a certain aspect of depression


Bags of sand
are heavy
and soft.

You need
a good grip
to lift them.

My bloated limbs have imprinted the quilt


A sandbag
is a great

It functions
as insulation,
a deadening buffer.

My beanbag brain wallows in lethargy


are super
flood barriers.

All moisture
leaks away
between the grains.

My gritted eyes grip the vacant ceiling

But my body is drowning



VP 5th Apr 2017, Graz

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