Living With Depression

I wilt like the petals
Of an unwatered rose.
Neglected, confused,
Lamenting in prose.
How do I bring myself
Back to full bloom?
When I am immobile,
Head turned from the moon.


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    since I am not on your friends list I can not add to this fusion but I can say you crafted this exceptionally well.

    Rhyming depressional pieces can take away some of the emotion but not in this case; it was perfectly balanced.


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