On Being Depressed.

Does weather jump up and down,
when storms spin round and round.
Do people take time to play or
sit at home weary all day.
Do children sing, shout and dance
without the mood of a merry chance.


Does the rain smile, do storms ever fade
does pain cut the soul like a blade.
You fall down, but spring back up
all cut and woozed like winter blues.
finally the sun shines again.


Oh no,of this quiet misery
a sigh here, a sigh there,I sigh of fear
sometimes on my prayer.
Sleepish thoughts, weakish swesh
Tortoise steps or slower breaths.
Cant you see Im depressed.

Mythical_Poet
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