Dewey grass, lawns looking like puddles
or tear-soaked blankets, dripping moist
a sorrowless depression, without any cause
Depression born unto itself, how strange
yes, how utterly sad to feel like this, to cry
propelled into despair, ending up
in neverending circles of drowning from within
coming back to drown again in unshed tears
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-07-10 14:20:08
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