61. Now What's Left Of Me
I'm slipping back into that hole
And my hopes are wearing thin.
I try to take a different path
Still, I hear it beckoning.
I'm slipping back into that hole
And my hopes are wearing thin.
I try to take a different path
Still, I hear it beckoning.
Another great poem. I've had depression, but not quite as bad. However, it's great that you can write about it, as I'm sure it will connect with many people who know exactly what you are...
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I rise like lightning --
skin humming, heartbeat running ahead of me,
thoughts a river that forgot how to rest.
The world glows gold and I glow with it,
Such a special poem. I always think writing about difficult times helps. A number of people will relate to your words. Beautifully written. Very best wishes, Ann
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