Depression Day
(A lone voice whispers)
And soon it will come to pass without the sounds of love and laughter.
A few hours I'd rather forget, now our true love lives in the Great Hereafter.
The day my soul walked alone on one of life's many grey, soulless parapets.
Cold and wishing Valentine's Day wouldn't come.
For it always reminds me deep inside why I became so numb.
When it finally comes around, with memories of chocolates and red roses, without their usual sounds.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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