Posted in Poetry

Depression

 

So….
I walked into it-
A hell absent of a destination;
A future could not be seen.
The doors were guarded with deception-
As paths of shimmering promise.
So I walked through them…
Wouldn’t you?
Demented with thoughts
That appearances were true.
Yet here I stand.
Debilitated.
Who knew?
IT did.

Author:

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

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