Depression

Ambrose K. Madoc

26 Apr, 2017 06:50 PM
The clouds are heavy
They weigh
They darken
They can't be seen,
but they are felt
Oh, how they are felt
A weight that won't lift
A darkness that won't brighten

Artificial light
That is THE solution
That is THEIR solution
And sadly, that that is MY solution

The clouds cover the mountains before me
They tear mountains down and crumble their very existence
I am a mountain
I am covered
I am torn
I am crumbling

But artificial light
That is THE answer
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