The hole stares back at me,
A great, unblinking eye
That will not let me be.
The hole is black as pitch
And filled with pain and lies,
Every scar and every stitch.
The hole it draws me in,
Inescapable gravity,
A match I cannot win.
The hole encloses me
And I am down again
Never to be free.
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Sad but beautiful
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Thank you, worrylessjourney. As with all people suffering from depression, I have good days and bad. This is from one of the bad days.
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Those are the times when the most beautiful and profound things are written.
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I agree. We truly beat our souls when we are at our worst and best, but rarely in between. 😊🙏
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