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When my eyes fold— they go not to rest,
they fall into rivers that flow behind the retinas
this is a painting of unfulfilled dreams dancing in a lonely grave
Suffocation is the metaphor for staying awake at 2 am,
to demonstrate the image of pain
as i await the monster folded in my bones to break fast
depression becomes the invisible bug that flies on the skin of nights.
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Artistic Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a definition of depression & overthinking
- Category: Sad
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