NO INVITATION NEED BE SENT TO IT
No invitation need be sent to it:
Depression comes bursting into your house
Like a bomb. Suddenly you’re left without
Steps. You can’t arise. You can’t walk. Unfit
To face the void laid upon you, you sit
Beside the window reading — and you doubt
That any book will speak to you aloud —
And so come to you — not make you visit.
But never will it happen that you send
A card announcing the event of your
Abduction. And the sun will never know
That you live behind a worn-out curtain.
Nor will you ever think about the door
That even now will let your spirit go.