Depression Poem by David McLansky

Depression

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My many moods swing
My Day
They swing me from the dawn,
They break me big,
They break me small
'Till I think I can't go on;
At that event
They do relent,
Until they drop me into sleep
And then in dreams
I awake in screams
From which
I groan and weep

Saturday, June 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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