VERSIFICATION

 Talk about a wasted day...

Would you recognize depression if you saw it?

Is it something you could write about - or maybe draw it?

Folks often tell me to “snap out of it” or “don’t have a fit”

but it takes more than THAT to overcome this shit.

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Friday morning’s hesitation to arise; 

My bed is ideal for relaxation.

Nearly noon; I’ve come to the realization

that I missed taking Thursday's medication.

Depression raging, my observation’s

that even one day without psych medication, 

depriving myself of a day’s allocation 

has now become my pre-occupation.

Instead of weeding my yard’s vegetation,

I focus on every indication 

that I, in pure desperation,

have reached a new low: stagnation.

Where is my former dedication 

to work out of doors? Edification 

to strive for my planned migration 

from indoors to a garden location.

The frequent recurring indication -

that nothing serves as inspiration -

when I get this way. Such frustration 

to waste a whole day in self-recrimination. 

Despite the clear day - no precipitation -

becomes a true revelation. Where digging in dirt 

was once met with wild anticipation -

it’s now Null and Void; a cancellation.

So what will I do for recreation? 

It would not be a wild accusation 

to call me lazy. Verification 

is easy to admit; a confirmation.

Now half-past three, my affirmation 

Is: Today resembles a stay-cation; 

by going nowhere plus de-celeration, 

I've reached Couch Potato Station. 

It all comes down to my avocation 

(or hobby) of writing; a transformation 

from this sloth-like permutation 

to a dedicated occupation.

When depression yields self-recrimination, 

it's hard to find the determination 

to move past this ennui situation

and seek much-needed motivation.

Until I reach the point of illumination -

that I wasted a whole day - reaps indignation. 

Informs me through this notification

that TIME, once lost, equals NEGATION.