Depression runs high
as my mood is running low
water streams from ocean blue eyes
dripping from the chin and into the shadows
a dark cloud surrounding my brain
each time I think of you
My depression jumps the high bar
while my mood does the limbo
tears streaking down my cheeks
tasting bitter sweet
from the shadows whispering in my ear
pulling me through the worst memories
black as the night even in daylight
as time stands still while the clock keeps ticking...
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2023 02:14
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Ohh, hope things get better, and brighter for you, if this is non-fiction.
Time does seem to go slow in troubles, difficulties, etc.
But a certain Kitty has too much 'excitement' to be downcast! heehee.
Tell me to shut up if I am being inappropriate ('Do shut up sometimes Orchi, says Fido. lol).
But Fido is at the ready, with your re-appearance, to save me from falling in swooning, if 'Kitty' returns. lol.
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