Depression: The Motherland

Shattering.

The Old Jones

You think you know
what it is to be in the black hole
under the paws
of the black dog
surrounded by and suffocating from
a black heart
because you have been there.

You say
you have been there.

I say you are lying;
I see that you are lying,
but I forgive you.

There is no way for you to know
what it is to dwell in that place.

If you had been there,
if you had been
to the motherland,
if you had lived
within that country,

where the language is self hate
and the currency is despair,
and the daily rituals
are just as much blood letting
even if there is no blade in sight,

if you had been there,
you would understand
you can never be an expatriate.

You can never emigrate
from this barren soil.

You will never call anywhere else
home again,
no matter…

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10 thoughts on “Depression: The Motherland

  1. An extremely raw and personal look at depression. I don’t believe I have ever seen/heard it defined in such a real and powerful way. There were tears. I thank you Trent for sharing this piece from Catastrophe Jones.

  2. Trent, this was a piece so worthy of a reblog. I’m glad you shared it. Raw, real and fantastic. Thanks. ( and hello and hope you are well)…Audra

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