Today’s haiku challenge:
This is actually a repeat prompt word from Sept. 26, 2020. My original 10 haiku poems for the prompt are here.
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my five haiku poems:
why does depression
treat me like dandelions
to be blown apart.
why does depression
treat me like an old attic
piling memories.
why does depression
treat me like I’m a stale cloud
who can’t brighten up.
why does depression
treat me like burial holes
for all my past selves.
why does depression
make me radioactive
to myself, others.