Treatment Resistant Depression Poem by James McLain

Treatment Resistant Depression

*'A weight that grows roots in the marrow,
where light, though called, will not tread.
Doctors offer keys of rust and glass,
each turning in a lockless door.

It is the echo of remedies past,
the hollow sound of hope unfound,
where the mind is both prisoner and warden due,
whispering a cure that never comes.'*

Saturday, February 22, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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Treatment Resistant Depression
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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