On Days Dark

Depression

For Sand

Tired…

in my

mind, jus’ wanna

sleep all the time.

Depression

in

my mind,

weird for me

sleepin’ all the time.

tired…

my

mind… weird.

Jus’ sleepin’, all

the time…  tired of

Depression

©April 2011_M. Anita Bailey

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About emanita01

I am a Franco-american woman who hails from Massachusetts. I live in France near the Swiss border, only minutes away from Geneva. I am a member of the Geneva Writers Group and the Association La Forge, a literary group based in France. I write stories, poems and am currently working on a couple of plays, a one-woman show and a dramatized poem.
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2 Responses to On Days Dark

  1. a interesting poem i can relate to depression i to have suffered and no how it make you fell lethargic weak no energy and tired staring at walls . well done for writing about it. from kevin in hampshire uk

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