Disappearance 2

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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