Ah, depression...
How long have you been gone, my dear old friend?
Being free from your strangle
paralyzed me from within
It's an unusual absence
not fearing the day
Dwelling in peace
instead of usual dismay
This is how
you've got my mind turned about
Yearning for contentment
yet shunning it out
For those who capture
a glimpse of me
Will find nothing except
illuminating positivity
See, this is the price
I gladly pay
In exchanging hope
for their own downtrodden gaze
With all the joy
I am able to give
Strangely enough...
None of it resides from within
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To Hope with the Depressed
PoetryA compilation of poems stemming from times of darkness. For it's only in the dark when you truly appreciate the flicker of light, and that light is the glimmer of hope in the midst of our hurts. Hello, dear readers! As a general overlook, in this...
