Depression is a fact of life for me.
As much a part of life as food and air,
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
It scatters joys like useless stale debris,
And sews the ashes of my dreams in gloom.
Depression is a fact of life for me.
It poises like a shadowing banshee
With somber wings just waiting to enshroud.
It hovers like a dreaded entity,
And I can almost always guarantee
Secreted in my spectral holidays
Depression is a fact of life for me.
My life becomes a frequent abductee
Purloined by mirthless bird of prey
It hovers like a dreaded entity..
A vulture pouncing when my back is turned,
But hidden, and not easily discerned.
Depression is a fact of life for me
It hovers like a dreaded entity.
It hovers like a dreaded entity sews the ashes of my dreams in gloom shadowing banshee A vulture pouncing when my back is tur It hovers like a dreaded entity. Dreaded experience of depression put into words. Very clear and full of feelings you have depicted it dear poetess. thank you for this beautiful fact of a a poem.. liked it very much. thank you again. tony
Excellent villanelle on depression. I know people with that difficulty. Thank for the inspiration....10
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To reverse the trend, where possible, of an adverse condition or situation one must take certain specific opposite measures with due consideration. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - S.O.#128 © George Krokos 2017