Holy Matrimony
Indifferent in the front of uncertainty
Eyes hooked to the cloudy sky
Where stars tend to disappear, scars tend to appear,
A perfect venue for holy matrimony of
Depression and the habitual pessimist in me
The silence was our favorite destination,
A perfect getaway, a perfect honeymoon spot.
Slowly with a pinch of lust,
Depression impregnated the reality
Self-doubt was our son,
Low self-esteem was our daughter
A picture-perfect happy family
Copyright © Romy Roy | Year Posted 2019
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