"No More"
All the world is grey
devoid of form and color
passing day by day
one into the other
just below the rim
the sadness in me dwells
time and time again
no one dare I tell.
What reason to be sad?
casual voices query
not all your life is bad
just of it I am weary.
at first sadness came
like ripples to the shore
then swallowed me up whole
until I was no more.
Poetry
This is poignant awareness of how depression steals a life like a thief. Wearying a soul and draining her of pleasure in life until she is spent. Only God understands this… Beautiful work, precious one.
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