Chapter 38: 38 - Depression

Poems for Good MeasureWords: 319

Daylight wake me up to face the nightmare

Subject oneself to unstable weather

So appealing for the soul to depart

Mind ready to crumble and fall apart

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Bleeding wounds got nothing – nothing on you

Sorrow stabs gladly in quick succession

Love's a welcome relief though way past due

Try not to fry in my own depression