Depression


Comes on time
Doesn't ring
Has her own set of keys
Clinically punctual
Hits the nerve endings
Of my anonymity
Spins out my eyes and forces me to
Reject all that doesn't count
Hangs the grey silence
Above my empty mind
Wearing the cape of an executioner
Drinking green tea
And tea cup
Blind to suggestions
Is dry
Like love and me
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