DEPRESSION


That hole inside
Dug by the shovels of the mind...

That dark brightness
Where the eyes cannot see..

That emptiness, yet filled
With fears and wilted hopes...

That strangling shadow
That stays even in the glare of light...

It shall remain
Until you wake up and see

That holes can be filled
And shadows wait to be lightened!

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