Depression
Depression
Let me tell you for a fact
this not a place to be
your body and mind not entwined
your feelings are rushing of sad
in a deep hole like a water well
there is some light above your
head too heavy to see
when in bed your heavy head
can close the door to reality
getting up from bed is such a task
trying to put on a happy mask
hoping the day will pass
You know it is coming
you know it will pass
this illness has no laugh
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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