No Posies In My Pocket

I've gone, to where, my sorrowful soul, was waiting for me. Deep darkness enticed me to play, I never could as a child, because growing up, came quickly for me. The memories of stinging bees, beneath my bare feet, and winds that blew away, my dandelion wishes. The clouds always drew, dark pictures, as I sat on my swing, letting the deep darkness, push me. Vickie Thayer's Poetry To Ponder | Those Suffering From Depression Since A Child |