It comes and it goes,
as do the tides.
This DEPRESSED state of mine.
This deep SADNESS in the back of my mind
somehow, finds its way
to the backs of my eyes.
Leaving them heavy; like clouds
eventually the rain will come.
To the WHOLES in my heart,
that I once thought LOVE would fill.
Through the streams of my veins
‘till not a smile remains.
‘Till no joke, or laugh, or longest toke of the finest weed
Can satisfy my need: HAPPINESS!
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