This poem is about depression.
Depression is a barren land
It's a place where nothing grows
Sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows
But it always stays cold
Depression is a locked door
It's a barrier that keeps you in
Sometimes it opens, sometimes it closes
But it always shuts you out
Depression is a lost soul
It's a part of you that's gone
Sometimes it returns, sometimes it leaves
But it always makes you cry.
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Poetry about Life
PoetryI love poetry because it speaks to me In ways that prose cannot It captures the essence of my feelings And paints them with words that are not I love poetry because it challenges me To express myself in new forms It teaches me the beauty of language...
