This daily damage
dampens my dance,
darkens my dawn,
and deafens my dreams.
Damn this drowning world
that dares to destroy
my determination as
I divide my doubt.
Dream, they said,
don't develop distrust
or disappointment and
if you do then
discover discipline.
I demand a deeper
depth in this
district of death
that depresses dozens
in seconds.
Do you understand
your disrespect
as you dissolve
another domestically
damaged death sentence?
Decline your head
you diseased decoraction,
drop down and
understand our defecit,
it's not a debate.
Dedicate decisively
to decrease your defiance,
and deliberately
demonstrate a delicate
hand to those denied
and depressed,
before they depart
without delay by
your
destructive design.
Submitted: November 13, 2020
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Sharief Hendricks
Ah yes, what an excellent depiction of a trapped soul or mind...depression is a hell and you made it jump off the screen
Thu, November 19th, 2020 1:37pmWell done Fayren
Loved it !
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Thank you so much for the words of encouragement.
Thu, November 19th, 2020 9:10am