Depression
Deep inner turmoil rising in layers of morose fog
Eternally she seems to scream putrid nothings
Put your mind to rest in somnambulist serenity
Reaching forever to only waylay breath
Efface my eyes does she of beatific maudlin
Sallow spirit filled with lackadaisical laughter
She steals away grins and gifts glower
Inane is the patron of life she echoes
Onerous is this bombination of melancholy
Needless are we the companions of she
Copyright © Rachel Mills | Year Posted 2016
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