Something Was Off

Poetry Challenge Week 24

I occasionally wonder,

if depression can be seen,

seeping from my skin.

A thick

dark

cloud

pouring from my pores.

Poisonous to the touch.

If that off feeling,

of balancing on a tight rope,

fishing weights hanging

from one arm,

can be felt.

Electricity

sparking,

biting at the skin

of everyone in the room.

Does it cover me

until I disappear

in the fog?

A ghost ship

lost at sea.