Here for the Long Ride
I am depression, blossomed from a seed
feeding off your need, spending the nights
turning off the lights, I am a coverlet of pain
It’s me gently whispering your name
holding your head against my chest
What beats beneath your breast
I am the one making you cry
even when you don’t know why
I’m always deep inside
Here for the long ride
Aurora M. Lewis is in her late sixties, having worked in finance for 40 years. In her fifties, she received a Certificate in Creative Writing General Studies with Honors from UCLA. Her poems, short stories, and nonfiction have been accepted by The Literary Hatchet, Jerry Jazz Musician, Persimmon Tree Magazine, The Copperfield Review, Lucent Dreams, The Blue Nib, and others. She was nominated for two Pushcart Prizes and The Best of the Web.
