Standing in smoky shadows.
The creature lurks.
It's name is worry.
Laced with fury.

Morning mists descend.
Becoming mind concealing fog.
Pain in fingers, burning icy pain.
With breath so much warmer than the air,
Which it surrounds.
Engulfing the faces of all things around.

Lost in the gloomy shadows so dense.
As haar raises over the sea on the coast.
Waiting to snare a victim.
Too lose a being in a villainous crime.
Only crime is depression.
Leads to death in sorrow.
Depression catches and snatches.
Stealing all tomorrows.
By ladylivvi1

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