Depression' Spell
Did we come to a meeting!
Or
Did life shake it's coin!
This path has but problems
So pondering on it makes one
Weary and dreadful
Yes,
At least have just learnt
As the wind blows and my mind saw the truth
It took it's scared head,
Buried it's sting and fled.
Never will it locate me
I am so to allow it's vices,
I have been Bewitched
Mere focusing on my problems
Never thinking of the miracles,
The joy and goodness
It stole my joy for a day
Now I rebuke it,
I must be cheered
Where my pills do not see me
Call my doc,
Is that word alive
Divine intervention come nigh
I feel like a child,
Soaked in it's mess
My head flies
Sorrows aback,
Floating feelings
Lonely to stupor
I need thee
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