Depression
Like tears on a pillow
like fears hidden away between pages of a
book
like the muffled sobs of a girl pretending
to be sleeping
like the eyes of a dog as he looks up from
the floor
all this and more.
Like a baby nestled safe against the mother-womb
like an emotion stirred from a music on the
radio
like shivers across the chill on the skin
like the anguished look on a father's face
all this and more.
Like an overcast day
like a violin's cry on a lonely night
like rain and mist and dew
like the son fallen from grace
all this and more.
Like the murmur from a heart broken
girlfriend
like a warm kiss on the hand
like a dream to dark to be believed
like a memory of some action now a regret
all this and more
More than can be said, thought or written
more than I can scream at the heavens
more than I can explain
more than can be put into a language
all of this and more.
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