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Depression is...
poetry [ ]
Feelings

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by [amea ]

2007-10-23  |     | 



Depression is……

(Feelings)

You sing deep so I
Can be shallow
I can’t be deep
It’s a leap
And I hate to risk
I’d rather make a hammock of
A safety net

What’s this blend of fear and disappointment
Melting to my tenderness to concrete to
Depression…?...is….
Depression is
love
The love that I couldn’t bear to miss anymore
The one I damned
Upon my damnation

It is love
It is frustration
It is emotion
It is warmth
It is jealousy
It is the fountain of youth
It is impression
It’s to know it’s not alright

It is an emotional pit
It’s the freedom from reason

It’s the love I thought I had
And now I can’t imagine how it got lost
And if there’s no one there
I will create them!!!
It’s not that hard
I’ve done it before
I bet
The reason broke down with emotion
And upon its rising
It broke down with reason all again
That’s depressing
That’s depression
And there’s no way out
Oh yes, there’s million ways out
Can anything make me want them?
I’ll take a good reason
A real good one
Or a good emotion
A real good one.

All the bad thoughts
Will burn down to ash all
The good thoughts

You said I want it
So there’ll always be nothing but hate between us
Tho you’re so right
I want to tire to lay down to petrify
I want to cry to melt to pervade the ground
One more time
My will, my choice, my ambition?
My ambition is to have my will kill my choice
We all have a calling
And we can awake if we want to
But my calling means nothing in the absence
Of a wake to my will…




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