Dear Depressed

I feel the agony of your anguish, The pulsing pain that now persists I hear distant calls of your distress And hear tell your tears of torment Hold my hand and hear The words I write Modest but meaningful Practical, not trite Wake up! Wake up! He shoved you out and slammed the door Played you as a pastime You lost, get off the floor Broken? Bruised and banished It was deceit not love And now he’s vanished Remodeling? Not his house, his life Get the message? Not his sister, but his wife Depressed? You listened to the lies Forget the flashy fool Time now for good-byes Morning Sickness? Advise to see a doctor Could be something more It might be two not one You need to float ashore Restore! Rise like spring from winter Fresh seeds will sow your way You are someone special Remind yourself each day Agony Aunt allpoetry contest: "Agony Aunt – letter prompt” by Vicki Tsiluma],/em>