Depression
Every morning lately it has been like this
waking up with a wet towel for a brain
feeling like I'm filled with dry beans
no one could shake me hard enough
to wake up for this strange half coma
I don't know how long it will last
sometimes it goes away pretty quick
sometimes not
I can't stop thinking
I can't become free
of the attachment
of me.
Copyright © Grits Biscuits | Year Posted 2012
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