A/N: I wrote this one a long time ago as a way to put into words how my depression felt to me. It's a heavy subject, so hereby a fair warning to those who prefer to avoid it.
Depression
is a songstealer
untangling the melodies
once wrapped around my mind
It leaves me bare
and vulnerable
My thoughts silenced
before they even begun
to sing their tune of wonder
It's been this way
for years now
my voice dry
like summer days
Don't know if I can sing still
but with all my might I'll try.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
