Thursday, May 4, 2017

Depression

Sadness
Sarow
Grief
Pain
All well up inside me
Like a deep pit

I try to climb out
Put I slip
And fall back in

Is there no light for me?
Is there no laughter?
Why all the darkness?

Why all the suffering?

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