so, i wrote the poem denis prose which is an anagram of depression, i named depression denis prose becauseurself and you know, a dark passenger who is trying to take control of your vehicle, which is your body, and the journey kind of goes through the poem talking about the journey goes through the poem talking about thejourney going goes through the poem talking about the journey going through the emotionaljourney of being in a happy and bright sunny place to a sad and dark and you know rainy, crying, place. let us let us have a watch. along the road i started to drive. with denis prose right by my side. he's only small, but i notice him. as i gaze and watch the sun come in. the birds are singing, the flowers bloom. it's all so beautiful, until you give him room. the sky clouds over, he starts to grow. but the car is still in my control. swerving anxiously from lane to lane. while the glorious sunshine turns to grey. this drive's becoming ever so tough and denis prose has had enough. big enough now to master the wheel. says "i'm in control now, just trust me, deal? a passenger on my very