Depression

Miserable, hazy day,
I hate your visits.
You haunt me and stalk me,
Like a ringing ear,
Like a pressed bruise.

No shrillness of pain,
No spontanious eruptions,
Just there,
Still here.

Your cotton wool viscosity,
Saturates my thoughts.
Choking on your air
Smothering me.
Release your grip,
Let me stretch my mind.