The next day will be brighter than today
I shall make it so
Prop myself up
As I resolve to less wallowing

Depression opens doors in the mind
Or perhaps storm drains
For it's a dangerous scrying
Where there is much to see
And much to get washed away
The more of myself I see
The less inclined I am to stir

The frozen observer
Hates movement

09/14/2010

Author's Note: It's nice to have finished a poem again. I'm not really that depressed at the moment and this is not a cry for help. It's interesting how a small amount of depression and introspection often precedes a period of creative productivity.

Posted on 09/14/2010
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