Depression
Like a secret I can’t keep
but can’t set free,
obtuse shadow following
or dragging me.
Blood fatigue.
Like all wars
ultimately pointless
and wasteful.
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Like a secret I can’t keep
but can’t set free,
obtuse shadow following
or dragging me.
Blood fatigue.
Like all wars
ultimately pointless
and wasteful.
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So poignant! Yes to the poem, no to depression!
You didn’t waste it. Thanks for writing!
Suggestive simile.
obtuse shadow following
or dragging me.
Yes, I too know this one.