Ode for a Clinic

Ode to Depression 

My clinical possession 

That may instill obsession

Wear it like a winter coat

Thicker than a moat 

Wish it could be my showboat

I must keep it close to me 

Not for all to see

A secret so absence

Mustn’t Disturb

For it is the cure

My joy is close I am sure

Turns me into an actress 

One with the best dress

Constant mail to the home address

This possession is mine 

It makes me fine

So move on whilst we dine