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Depression
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innocence Smoke is being pulled in
Pulled in through the air
corruption brought, easy fees
I am without a care
Yet I am thinking
falling are the leaves
changing are those times when I was
lying on the trees
The world is still spinning
The smoke everywhere
damned for greatness
I was never far
Far away from the air
Tumbling, stumbling my way
across the world's lovely fair
I learned that words meant different things
the second time around
the smoke blinded our view
and the screams clashed with our sounds
From my hollow windows I watched
snowy, dimly lit houses
In fiery, rainy skies I cried
To beg that the rain could come down
Kicked, abused, used
wretched when I was ten
Depressed, alone in my room
God loves his children.
Wow this poem is so exposed... Very very sophisticated sense of depression. You have amazing talent and I think this poem is beautiful and very touching