I feel lost, messed up, lament,
When depression became a new ailment,
I feel running away from the unforeseen circumstances,
From the constant hit, blows and punches.
I feel melding up in the sands of desert,
I feel drowning into the depths of an ocean,
I feel vapourizing in the mist of air,
I feel disappearing in the dense green forest,
I feel distraught, fragile, thwarted,
I feel sloppy, soulless, frosted.
Yes! I feel depressed.
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A/N: Dedicated to a wonderful poet I met here @BillTemple1957.
