Poem: Waking

No Time to Think

The mist of morning cloaks the field
The dead of calm
Replaces
The blackness of the night

The dawn of day breaks gently
A faint glimpse of fear
Lingers
The greyness of the night

The faces of dreams dance away
The terror of the dark
Echoes
The sickness of the night

Memories of mistakes go slowly
The hand it holds on
Strongly
The stillness of the night

The song of birds call onwards
To brave another day
Shivers
The bleakness of the night

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Poem: Depression

No Time to Think

The black veil advances
Cutting out the light
The smoke of day draws in
Dimming all in sight
The blanket haze envelops
Blurring edges of my plight
Dim memories are created
Nothing now seems right
Dark forces are advancing
Forcing hope to flight
The wind howls like a hammer
Who can resist its might?
The emptiness inside me
As the day it turns to night

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