Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry


 Depression
AS XXXVII
10/03/02

Sorrow sweeps my heart,
Songs die before birthing.
Words now falter wilting
Wasted dropping lifeless.
Joy no longer lasting
Leaps to mind unbidden,
Sadness is the sleepless
Shape of all tomorrows.

As the title implies, I was feeling very depressed at the time.



 





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