Depression
It comes without warning,
a gale of damaging demons,
all from within me.
These terror tremors
have no witnesses to view
The winds are relentless,
navigation is reeling.
The next day the sun rises
and this dance will start anew.
I try to stand strong on board,
my friends are a less few.
Titanic waves will continue,
with this thinning of the crop,
it will not stop.
I am now one of the last standing,
with a different dimension,
to ride this wave is to lean the sail windward.
The only salvation is to become another,
an entity that is just a rendition.
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