the War Lost
Friday's depression
refused to
wait 'til Monday
It
demanded
immediate attention
It
demanded
immediate action
Now,
there are no
demands.
Death
makes no
demands
Shades drawn.
A sunny day.
Blacked-out room,
without breath
Friday's depression
refused to
wait for Monday
Many battles
had been won.
Now, a war lost.
Never to see
another battle, ever.
Everyone
struggles
within
by
T. Labbe`
poem by Tim Labbe
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