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Depression

by dharkanein

Night is here and am ready to sleep

but my pillow is not ready to weep

Everyday it wipes away my tears

But every night I have my fears

I struggle each day to smile

Sometimes it seems forever, for a while

The agony doesn’t ends here

each new moment is a wear and tear 

Inside I fight a constant war

But again love is my only hope I am living for.

Posted on August 29, 2017 at 6:53 PM in Poetry, Smita   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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6 Comments to “Depression”

    
  2. Mr. Militant Negro
    August 29, 2017 at 7:01 PM

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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