SONG OF THE DEPRESSED.

Alone in this anonymous asylum!
Asylum where heads bow in tears,
Tears, symbolism of pain
Pain, emmisary of concealed sorrow,
Sorrow that shrinks the heart
Heart lacking colors of love,
Love, the invisible spirit that unites.

Depression that kills so fast,
Faster than a bullet from gun.
Gun, an instrument of no mercy,
Mercy, giver of opportunity,
Opportunity that seems to come not.

Memories of the past--
Past that can never be present,
Present that evokes fear,
Fear that produces tears,
Tears in which I drink from,
From this dungeon of mental shackles,
Can I ever be free? .

©Àgboola A. kaothar💓
®Àyanfe Eledumare✍
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© Agboola A.kaothar✍