Friday, September 28, 2012

Depression

Depression is a dark sky
Far off in the distance
 
It sounds like the silence
Of a deserted town
 
Like the loudness
Of a passing train
 
Deafening and always there
 
It is the flavor of rusty metal
And bitter aftertaste
 
It smells like the chill
In the winter air
 
Depression feels like the isolation
In a room full of people.

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