Depression
Depression
By Miracle Man
9-5-2019
Depression leases a room,
in a minds hotel.
Not a permanent resident,
but lingers a spell.
Soon after arriving,
it fills the morning air.
Causing more chaos,
and utter despair.
It usually appears,
when things go wrong.
Always humming it’s version,
of some tired, sad song.
We raise the rent,
when we seek God’s face.
It then forces depression,
to exit our space.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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