(A Soliloquy of a Depressed Woman)
How can I say that I'm fine? That life's so good from the start
When deep within, onto my soul I'm already falling apart.
Here I am with my guitar, my most reliable best-friend
An instrument made of strings that accompanies me to the end.
With mine guitar by my side I'd feel lighter and better -
Though in this world so wicked, so cruel - it able my torchlight to flicker.
And in the silence of the dark its sound sparks like fire
It lights my heart, my soul, my life, thus, pulls me further from Hell-fire.
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Poetry*IMAGE FROM DEVIANTART by Oberst176* persona: the image or personality that a person presents to other people. We don't know very well the friends we see and talk to in our everyday lives. Not until we see the other side of their faces, the sadness...
