And in that
morning, sleep crawls on
happiness, falsifies death
of dark depression
Death, Depression, Medicine, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma
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#1 by kreemer on May 6, 2017 - 4:56 am
Succinct. Direct. With cadence.
#2 by Carl on May 6, 2017 - 8:18 pm
Thank you for your visit and comment!
#3 by clinock on May 7, 2017 - 1:09 am
Sometimes your words are an emotional roller coaster I ride
#4 by Carl on June 27, 2017 - 6:32 am
A delayed thank you to you, John! I hope all is well with you!
#5 by Sweta Ojha on June 26, 2017 - 2:02 pm
Hits directly as aimed through verses. ☺
#6 by Carl on June 27, 2017 - 6:31 am
Thank you for reading!
#7 by Carl D'Agostino on October 20, 2017 - 1:47 pm
So happiness is temporary and fleeting and merely a mask or a weak aspirin ? I do feel this way far too often.
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