Lawrence Beck


Depression - Poem by Lawrence Beck

I am arguing with myself again, the most
Beautiful pale winter sky out my window,
A warm fire burning a few feet away
From me.Sausages cooking, I've nowhere
To go, no chores that are urgent.I have
A new job.There's some cash in the bank,
And my back isn't aching.Everything's fine.
It's a wonderful day.No, it's not.Everything's
Wrong.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2020



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