Illustrated PoetryLow Moment, Looking Up
Lying here in silence
Staring at the ceiling
Phone begins to ring
I'm not inclined to move
Melancholy holds me down
As surely as if a cat
Were sitting on my chest
Staring through my eyes
I can see things in my head
That I wish weren't there
Thought slips across my mind
That I'd be better off dead
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