Poem: Depression

ghosts

Depression

It is a ghost
living inside.
Alive,
but not quite.
A veiler of the truth
disguised as your soul,
instead the thief
he is.

About this poem

Rough morning this morning. But the battle has been won, for today. For now.

And now is good enough.

Cheerio,

Tom

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