Paralysis of Melancholia

This is what it roughly feels like when my head is giving me a bloody bad time…

 

Through the gloom,

The shattered dreams

lay about the room.

Tears flow in streams,

It took this time,

Not even to begin,

I write this rhyme,

I will never win. 

 

Deficient and insufficient. 😦

 

 

By Debbie Wood-Holland.

  

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