Depressed

Apr 9, 2023

1 min read

By Sharon Elizebeth George

Speaks the air

near unseen

with despair

the far they mean,

hid himself

the fathom’s breath

a cry for help

in dark square breadth,

quench the soul’s

discerned voids

with pain that holds

the time decoyed!

The beat tranquils

the din strenous

but the grain shrills

the emptiness!

By Sharon Elizebeth George

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