Can You Guess I'm Depressed
Can you guess I'm depressed?
Can you ride this depression?
Can you see every pillar
in this pitted hollow region?
Recessed like a rain storm
on the brink of a chasm.
Like a tropical whirlwind
in grey,
around I blow
and skulk away.
Silently hiding.
The world outside,
is pulsing it's heart
to the beat of a rhumba
but in here there's thunder.
Can you tell from my tone I'm alone
once again?
Once more remorse
and longer desire.
A past to forget in a memory test.
Can you ride my depression?
Can you guess I'm depressed?
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