Thursday, 15 June 2017

Depression V.2.0

Darkness
A taint
Upon the soul
Consuming all
Without mercy.

Like a drug
It enters
By injection
One dose
At a time.

Never sure
Like Russian Roulette
If your time
Is up.

As the plunger
Goes down
Emptying the ampule
Into you.

Only knowing
One day
It will be
Your turn.

Therisa © 2014

Author's note: Another poem, from my poetic morgue.

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