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Walking with Depression.

Poetry By: Larry 43
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Trying to explain how someone with depression hears and feels on a day to day basis.


Submitted:Aug 6, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The darkness closes in,my world is different from what others see.

Everything is seen through a grey fog that never lifts

Childrens laughter and smiles does not lift my soul

The birds singing in the trees on a bright summers day

Insects buzzing amongst the flowers,I do not hear.

Things that brighten peoples days are lost to me.

Maybe one day there will be a chink of light

Which I will grab with both hands

Untill then I walk in darkness and distant sounds.





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