From My Journals ‘depression’


Conspicuous characteristic
distinguishing self-sustaining of my will
to be or not to be …
The mind agitated, darkness to be filtered slowly,
carefully to sustain its fragile shell … we are shaken not stirred.
If only you could have saved me kept me close to your uneven heart
For surely ‘I will make life my friend and likely
murder her with my own bare hands’ …
Eyes blood red, speaking in angry hisses
shadows teasing, taunting
my dimension that enables
identical events occurring night and day.
Have my commentators seen enough?

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