Wallflowers wilt for the late bloomers.
And the disposition of depression makes best friends with distraction.
While caught up in days that aren't essentially ours.
The daily dealings, of coming and going in-between.
The nonexistent crisis wailing out the paraded panic.
Latching on anxious nerves overwhelmed.
In the resonances farcried.
While the wallflowers wilt in the melancholia.
For the late bloomers.
Authors notes: Hello I hope everyone immensely enjoys this little poem. Also have a lovely Halloween. Good bye for now fellow writers, and readers~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PoetryThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
