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Holy Matrimony

Indifferent in the front of uncertainty
Eyes hooked to the cloudy sky
Where stars tend to disappear, scars tend to appear,
A perfect venue for holy matrimony of 
Depression and the habitual pessimist in me 
The silence was our favorite destination,
A perfect getaway, a perfect honeymoon spot.
Slowly with a pinch of lust,
Depression impregnated the reality
Self-doubt was our son,
Low self-esteem was our daughter 
A picture-perfect happy family

Copyright © Romy Roy | Year Posted 2019

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Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 10/19/2019 5:25:00 PM Hello Romy Roy, so nice to meet you. Ah! Depression everyone gets depressed once in awhile. Some last a long, long time not knowing why. Have a nice evening my friend. Login to Reply Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 10/20/2019 2:00:00 PM Hello Romy Roy, yes it does work out better than therapy. i have healed from poetry. Have a nice day my friend. Romy Roy Date: 10/20/2019 12:56:00 AM hello @ Darlene De Beaulieu, thanks for your reply. yes things have been hard lately and I use poerty soup to speak my mind out, surprisingly it works better than therapy