Inherited weight

Born an addict without a say,

holding grief on a pedestal.

To consume and be consumed,

fed sadness through the womb.

Twisted into DNA and engraved on each bone until the gravestone;

melancholy will always be here.

Digested every demeanor. Habits absorbed.

Familiarity recognized looking back,

Despair, eldest friend,

forever a soft spot for your sorrow;

unwillingly craving each next ache.



Nervous instinct; neurotic survival tactics:

depressive shudders sudden as a reflex.

Inevitably adapted distant.

Kept at arms length with tense shoulders.

Isolation has become the only way.

Creating silent spaces between here

to there.

Destroying everything in it’s path.