Depression runs

kitty the naughty poet

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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  • orchidee

    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.

  • orchidee

    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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