A Mistress Called Depression
Depression is the workings
Of a cruel mistress
Sewn into your soul
By the hands of an evil seamstress.
She latches onto every inch of your existence
Like poison, she spreads through your body
leaving you paralysed with no resistance.
She’s an illness that can’t be seen,
a true dame of deception,
with the highest degrees
In the art of manipulation.
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2023
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