DEATH Poem: cathartic, by Ayomitide Adeyinka

the winds of depression billow within my rib-cage,
freezing my heart and tainting my mind with cold darkness.

the frostbite around my heart eats away pieces of me, bit by bit,
making me less of a person than i was the day before.

my days are as gloomy as the ferocious rains bathing the amazon rainforest,
hoping to remove its history embedded in the drowned roots and stems.

my nights are as erratic as the waves on a stormy sea,
and in my mind, i sail on a punctured, rickety boat,

listening to whispers of voices that i now find intimidating to ignore.
there is a jury in my head debating how best to seize my presence from this hollow earth,

and i harken to them with razor chains around my wrists
and a crown of thistles atop my head.

though my heart burns with the freezing of this cold, dark depression,
i lay awake every night, staring at a wall,

wondering if my mind will ever win this battle before i am saved.