by Courtney Edwards
There’s a lot to be depressed
about when you’re a lonely
fruit fly
and you can’t take
the heat,
walking slower toward the scientist’s open
flame
because you see the inevitable
burn
on your tiny body and
still
you must move
forward
Through magnified eyes they observe
your listless legs
hesitant wings
helplessness.
Calculating sadness,
Serotonin
levels of neurotransmitters.
promptly prescribing
Prozac, offering
alcohol.
but
they won’t quench
the fire.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing