Untombed

Dear Jesus,

This Easter,

resurrect me

yet again.

Depression nestles

under warm, dark

covers while

self-judgment

rears its ugly heads.

Lying here,

frozen in despair,

anger at myself

retches insults

into cold air.

My comforter

comforts not

my weak spirit

but drowns me

in regret.

Blinded to the

sunshine smiles

I still hope

to fumble out

of this paralysis,

And like Lazarus

become

untombed.

Apathy curled up in a little ball

I’ve stopped caring about celebrities

Their slaps and slips and sex

Apathy has nuzzled its way

Into the crook of my arm

As outrage blares at me

From inhumane screens

Some of it warranted

While other for its mere $ake

The system is badly broken

If profits are causing

People to seek help from a

Government in debt no

Tax dollars can save, then the

System is badly broken.