Hour 7 (Bleak)

The lights are swirling
Round and round inside my head
The thoughts and darkness
Up my once retired head

Sorting through the garbage
All the rubbish left behind
better poetry writing
Is the best thing for me

Today I’ve been feeling
sightly unlike myself
Some days my mind is screaming
With images from my past

Depression is trying to come
But when I write at my best
The thoughts, the dreams
The feelings, the uneasiness

Discarding the old images of my past
Maybe just the thing I need
Cause lately I’ve been dreaming
And the pictures are looking bleak…

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