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Monster Called Depression
Where do I go and where can I hide
That monster called depression is lurking inside
I work so hard to make it go away
Like a hovering cloud that wants to stay
Grasping to the edge of a deep black abyss
Have to look to the light and not reminisce
Got to keep so busy so I don't think
About the terrors of the past, once upon the brink
So long ago, when I couldn't be me
Where my soul was imprisoned and I could not free
My being bound to him through fear and shame
An animal held my life hostage, it's no longer his game!
By Dogs4donna
© 2009 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)
poem
by
Donna Nimmo
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