Disappearance 2
Out Of This World
My bouts of depression
they flow like a river
These tears carried over
poured out of the well
Moods swings from top to bottom
not filling me with proud
feelings
only agony
of everyday existence
shuttered scatter sculls
to propel the boat
never with a satisfactory result
Reverse negative impact
on my skull
Twisted, transverse, traumatised
thousand pieces of trash
entering my head
Help!
I tend to scream, but no one’s there
as if I was in a coffin, nailed
down to the ground
uncovered by a large rescue squad
asking me where I was
and where evaporated my ability
to cope
I guess I had to get away from it all
because it hurt deeply there
close to the heart, back, and shoulder
revealing my weakness
in time
inadequate
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August – December 2021
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