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Toll a Bell

November 29, 2015

Toll a bell for depression

paralysis of expression

and hopeless mental compression

contorted negative thinking

falling down, drowning, sinking.

No escape, a struggle in quicksand

helpless groping with sieve-like hands

Past my grip slips life,

like butter through a hot knife.

Options exhausted, an early end

against death, even no point to defend

Oh well, oh well, oh well,

just keep tolling the bell



From → Poetry

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