Posted by Carl in Poems on March 23, 2017
There are morn-
ings when I can’t get
out of jail,
humans strangle, cutting, leav-
ing insane self down.
One day, the sun, the trees, and the light post marked my mood.
Depression, Photography, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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