in low light

depression is a thankless land, peopled with shadows and emptiness.... 

in low light

gene glitch.
family heirloom
painted gray,
woven from lead thread
to be properly
heavy.

passed through generations
father/son
mother/daughter.

the same
empty longing
for something, anything,
new or bright or savory.

days stretched over years
of wanting to fall
into sleep
and wander there
forever,

where land-
scapes
hold perfect dreams
of not having

to wake up again