Depression Faces

Like ghosts
Their faces linger in my mind
Can’t forget them
No matter how hard I tried
They’re still there
Feeding on what’s left of me

Which faces?
The Depression faces
Dark, hollow, hungry
Haunting faces
Men, women, children
Especially the children

They sold their shoes
For pennies, a scrap of bread
Their filthy faces and feet
Dirtied by their worst nightmare
No washing away their pain

It changes you
Having nothing left to lose
Even worse
Having something and losing it
It changes you
Even looking back and remembering