Time to think

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem expesses how one thinks when they have time to, and how depression can lead to sad, sad things.

Submitted: June 02, 2008

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Submitted: June 02, 2008



As I snuggle into my blankets warm,

I feel alone.

But yet I am in a crowded dorm.


Because I do not care for these people,

Nor do they care for me.

Souls unalike pushed in together,

Under the only availabe space,

A homeless shelter.

Where the sad, sick and unwanted go.

The saddos, the freaks and the uncared for.

The homeless, the abused and the deserted.

The ones the world forgot.

Depression sets in like the tide in evening,

No stopping or slowing it.

But yet,

I did not stop to think that the tide always goes out.

Remember this.

I didnt,

and now I am in a place human eyes cannot see.

Remember this.

xxx karen

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