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The DEVILS Shroud

Poetry By: Ian Dawn
Poetry



How I feel sometimes its hard to shake depression


Submitted:Nov 2, 2011    Reads: 15    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   


My days are spent wandering the wastelands of my mind

Not sure what the outcome will be for me deep within

Will I ever be happy again, will I remember to be kind

The fun that once filled my heart, is now filled with despair

I meander thru my days with a mask for all to see

The outward me is so false and cold, why is it so hard to care

My soul reaches out for the love it so desperately does crave

But it's there right in front of me, my love my life my hope

Just out of reach from my beckoning arms across the grave

I feel like I am floating above on my dark rain filled cloud

Sunlight, warmth, Love it's all here, trapped inside my humanity

My constant companion, depression does envelop me

Like The devils Shroud





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