I write while in
my state of depression
My emotions feel
like their strapped to a bumper of a car
To be dragged for
miles
In this state, I
contemplate my death
That I will die without
a care
Or the loving embarrasses
of a woman
It is the entrance
way
To relieving the
never ending strain on my brain
Controlled by
confusion
everyone telling
me what to do
My happiness
drained out
With my tears
I dream of a way
of escape
From all this
In this cavern of
depression
I look up to see
the sun
And see everything
I dream of
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
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