tagNon-Erotic PoetryElectro-Convulsive Therapy?

Electro-Convulsive Therapy?

byLadynStFreknBed©

Dreary steps trudge through neverending
shadows cast without visible light.
Sunrises are gray rainbows bending
across monochrome. I see no bright
colors of past whimsical blending.
Stand ready to turn my left world right.

Sunrises are gray rainbows bending
across monochrome. I see no bright
hope to taunt my soul. No joy pending
to interrupt depression’s dark plight.
Colors of past whimsical blending
stand ready to turn my left world right.

Hope to taunt my soul? No joy pending
to interrupt depression’s dark plight.
I need more than words condescending.
Your useless speeches I can recite.
Colors of past whimsical blending
stand ready to turn my left world right.

I need more than words condescending.
Your useless speeches I can recite.
Dreary steps trudge through neverending
shadows cast without visible light.
Colors of past whimsical blending
Stand ready to turn my left world right.




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