Despondency Poem by james watkin

Despondency



Night's dread-famed hounding
Devil dog's, snuck in!
What horridly bleak,
Dulling, foggy weighed
For states is trailing.

No muzzle can mute
As mere suggestions
What weary brains curse:
'Life? Of all things vain
Vainest attractions! '

Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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