Depression My Last Friend
See how we now stroll
Hand in hand
Thoughtless and lost
Down twisting lonely lanes
Humming hissing
Dragging the lines
Opening doors
to fading tales
Gathering baskets
Of blames and woes
Piling up a hill
Thus giving us
A bleak view
Into the future
Copyright © Ollakunle Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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