Depression
when roses pined
through one’s prides
reins posed
with prone sides
the posse in red knows
sin reposed
beckons id response
spores dine upon minds
I send ropes
apprised of my prison seed
its roof-collapsed den is prose
long where the iron seeds lungs
do sloe rods seep in
folly of fools
whose resolve erodes pins
at seer’s pond, i yet wander
watch, but one person dies
on a dulled doss repine
ever-present
with poise
’tis a lone sniper’s ode
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Awesomely deep, creative, and unique as ever…fantastic! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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depression’s cavity caves deeper and deeper into the abyss of all that is unknown, onforseen and unforsaken. After 15 years I’m finally feeling a little better, does that give any hope? I hope so. The poem as usual is beautiful.
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You run around in the labyrinth of your mind, keep hitting those, dead-ends, and can’t find your way back out, that, is what depression was like for me…and it’s, never easy to deal with.
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