Scratching at the Floor Inside my Mind

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I used to suffer with a bad case of psychotic depression. I wrote this poem soon after one of my episodes.

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The faintest whisper, lightly embraced my mind.
So sweetly sorrow, so painfully pleasant;
Disguised as fear, inadequacy, a friend,
A friend so honest, tormenting and true.
And thus perhaps a false delusion,
Each word hath left a scar quite deep;
Too deep for you to notice.

The whisper is now no more.
And I for one must go.
I take this breath, my last embrace
To vow my prayer,
And beg for your forgiveness.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 06, 2016 ⏰

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