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Mal De Vivre

He ached from morning into sleep Slip sliding a darkness veil never seeing the sun morose he be Melancholic sullen angst singing in his head day never broke in gloomy skies sun never rise He ached with every breath his malaise in dismal anguish holds no cure no relief tolerating his condition hopeless in denial alone his ennui unbearable AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted on May 1, 2019

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P.S. Awtry

Date: 5/2/2019 9:23:00 AM

such ache in this, physical, mental, emotional...soul. And the title, befitting. excellence, as always...

Line Gauthier
Date: 5/3/2019 8:40:00 AM

Thank you so much, PS, for your most appreciated visit and compliment.

Timothy Mcguire

Date: 5/2/2019 12:13:00 AM

This is a powerful piece that would not let my gaze wane. Love it

Line Gauthier
Date: 5/3/2019 8:41:00 AM

Thanks for your most appreciated visit and comment, Timothy.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/1/2019 2:40:00 PM

it sounds as if a loved one is going through some rough times, line! i hope things get better for him and for you...

Line Gauthier
Date: 5/1/2019 9:01:00 PM

Fortunately this is not something that is directly affecting my life at the moment. The phrase "mal de vivre" is something that always fascinated me. Nowadays people just say they're depressed.