Depression - Poem by Jinge Norvall
The shadow of the spectre looms..
Engulfing senses -
to inhale souls
teetering on the edge
of the abyss
Where is the lifeline,
the thing to hold onto -
as the vacuum sucks in
the waning dissipating
Who will hold it back
from the destructor's gaping yawn,
from the ever hungry jaws
of forever death?
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