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My Depression

My Daily Depression

I see shapes of gray
And black too
I wonder what it’s going to be like
For me and you
When we lose it all
Especially, our furr babies of love
What would we do?
Would we still believe in above?
What can we do, to make our dreams come true?
Or, are we going to our graves, having lost everything there is to lose?
I use to be Artistic and Imaginative in nature
But now I have to deal with a ton of Legislature
We need NO LESS than a Certificate or Degree
To be able to even get a LOW PAYING job, you see
No matter my PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, on many jobs
I’m fighting a LOSING BATTLE, against all odds
EVEN in this poem, I’m not good enough
Because without a piece of CERTIFIED paper
I supposedly, don’t have the right stuff
I’m considered UN-EDUCATED or stupid (at best)
Not smart or EDUCATED enough, to stand with the rest
Please forgive me, for having such dim/dark thoughts
I give my word that this poem has not been paid for/bought
It’s solely about my feelings/heart-felt thoughts
Now I’m sailing away on my MANY, dream-filled yachts

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 3/21/2019 3:55:00 AM
Stacy, welcome to Poetry Soup. No "used to be about it", you are a poet, and artistic!
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