I heard the news the other day
Another gentle soul
Made a devastating exit
He is added to the collection
Of young men whose lives
Are consumed by the black dog
I remember those already gone;
Artists, dreamers, wanderers
Who loved with big hearts
And i try to find a way
To be there, again, be real
When all I feel is numb
1 comment:
That's a lovely poem - thanks for sharing!
Depression is definitely a beast of a black dog, one I've held at bay for a while - thankfully.
Reminds me of a Winston Churchill quote I saw this week: "If you think you're going through hell, keep going."
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