A black veil, invisible, over all seen
Bit by the snake with venom paralyzing future
Decisions, no intention, no trust
Postscript
This poem describes depression not as sadness alone, but as a change in the atmosphere of perception. The world remains visible, yet something has fallen over it. Future, intention, and trust are not argued against; they are numbed. The poem stays brief because the condition it names is constricting. It does not dramatize escape. It gives form to the veil.
Image Credit
Image Credit
Image: Road in the fog 2, Steven Pavlov, licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0.
Primitive Joe 
