Deep Dark Depression Poem by Josh Alfred

Deep Dark Depression

I sleep upon a bitter bed -
Beneath death's blankets.
A bleak being begging
For concentration.
Thoughts black,
Breached by
toying iridescence.
Empty with a soul,
Like an infant
With a hunger for
Brilliant wisdom.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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