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Depression
Depression 3 o’clock in the morning… The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall, The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played With a hint of sadness in tone. Sounds of whores and pimps arguing; “Where is the money, you whore?!” “I don’t have the money!” A sound of a slap to the face A big hand crushing bone, Blood everywhere Red streaks on white walls. The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets, Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets Sirens wailing, crying out! A child, six years old Crying, “Momma! Momma!” Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the Crack pipe. Rest In Peace. A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many, And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence. “Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.” Then the darkness sails over And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens, But no one weeps, Not a single soul… -10/2/13-
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