Donna Caldwell Poems

Depression is an illness
You don’t just feel depressed
You cannot eat
You cannot sleep
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Now will you get in that kitchen
I’ve told you once before
And when you’ve washed all the pots up
Make sure you mop the floor
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That dress you're wearing doesn't suit you
And I really don't like your new hair do
You've lost too much weight and your skin is pale
And that exam you have taken is sure to fail
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He's sat there yet again
Counting every penny
On his dark and dusty desk
His cash amounts to many
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She’s looking at you Donna, you are the only one she can see
A pretty blonde haired girl was watching me
Her name was Cassandra and she was only five
She was a pretty spirit and one who had died
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If I look at the mind of God I can see
A vast pure energy ball grow up a tree
He is the pure inner self of us all
Connected within us contained in the ball
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I stood in the dog’s home, haggard and thin
With my tongue dangling onto my furry chin
Fleas clung onto my furry back
And my paws were stuck firm in a dirty mat
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The material world a mystery place
Strange forces encased in each certain place
The human body the material machine
The mind the controller cannot be seen
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My owner is called Lindsey and is ever so mean
Last night I sat and watched her eat her very last bean
She was teasing me cos she gave me no tea
She waved it in my face and was laughing at me
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The blackness grew surrounding her mole
It grew in a cluster and looked like coal
Under her skin it just grew and grew
A mass of cells raging and very new
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