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I can feel it again the Shuddering. The melancholy clouds of this Poet’s depression seem to smother Me. Death where is your sting? I can’t feel it through this iron-clad Apathy. Thoughts race like unrestricted Shadows. Guilt Fear Anger Mistrust My long winded bedfellows Their stench comes long Before three days This should be good news God ******* ****** Why am I on the floor again? Sobbing Chest heaving Lungs burning Throat sore?                            Or is this just in my head too? Of course, you’re a man Strong backed and even Stronger willed Stand tall and firm Steel yourself. I shall steal myself Away. I know so little And Feel even less. So I’m left sitting here                   shuddering.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
A Poet's Depression
I can feel it again the Shuddering. The melancholy clouds of this Poet’s depression seem to smother Me. Death where is your sting? I can’t feel it through this iron-clad Apathy. Thoughts race like unrestricted Shadows. Guilt Fear Anger Mistrust My long winded bedfellows Their stench comes long Before three days This should be good news God ******* ****** Why am I on the floor again? Sobbing Chest heaving Lungs burning Throat sore?                            Or is this just in my head too? Of course, you’re a man Strong backed and even Stronger willed Stand tall and firm Steel yourself. I shall steal myself Away. I know so little And Feel even less. So I’m left sitting here                   shuddering.
#depression#angst#understanding#emotional#adult
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colby-scott
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
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