On Depression Poem by April Featherstone

On Depression



A small patch of joy, an infrequent guest, feeling a spark of hope.
I crawl toward the beckoning mirage, I almost reach it too; Alas, it melts away and is replaced with the clawing fingers that drag me down beneath, the dark place, the dark place.

Saturday, November 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,depression,hope,joy
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