Depression

Despondency fills what is not there
Elusive happiness, happy one can not be
Pulsating pain, death doth dare
Ruining my soul, my soul in me
Exuding somber heat into my face
Shriveled from sadness most burning wrath
Sorrowful with no love to grace
In a rue, a doleful path
Odious, ominous, the worst yet to come
Never ending depression, to thee I succumb.

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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