You cannot close
A door with broken hinge
Through it still
Depression clings
Its piercing eye
Its grabbing hand
Always lurking
Prepared to stand.
To enter day
Or sleepless night
An ever present foe
With steely might
Into thoughts
Of negative time
It moves but freely
Like flowing wine.
You cannot block
Thoughts that pound
It lingers still
Within sight and sound
Its best to leave
The beast to prowl
Till sunshine arrives
Gone the cloud.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. I suppose the hinge on the door has to be replaced, or repaired. Maybe so somehow in an emotional way too.
A bit like - 'Oh don't visit x; he /she is in a terrible state, all of a heap'. Then again, that could be the time they need visit most.
You all of a heap? (heehee).
No but had a few depressing times in my life, must get that door fixed lol
Metaphoric it speaks to me of when that flexibility that allows for free passage is broken then there is no room for discourse, consideration, and hope is shut out. Nicely written
thanking you spot on as always, much appreciated
You are most welcome always a pleasure
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