Daimon Bagley Poems

Depression
The black mist comes
Like a nagging pain in my head
An itch you can't scratch
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I've always been different
Heaven knows why
Square peg, round hole
I've always been different
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I n this life
N ot the next
S ouls are broken
A nd cant be fixed
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CHUCKLE AND HIDE
I am the someone
N obody may see
S tepping into your reality
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The tigress

As she treads, she walks lightly
Stalking her prey, thinking nightly
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