The sky is blue yet all I see is gray,
Imaginary clouds obscure my faith.
Upon my life my depression does prey,
Faithfully hunted by a stalking wraith.
One with malevolent design in mind,
Striving to stifle any elation.
To render felicity wholly blind,
Triumphant, inflaming my frustration.
Dominated with malicious intent,
This entity from which I can’t escape.
Relentless pursuit, doggedly hell-bent,
Derisive, assuming a benign shape.
I sense its presence suffocating me,
Precisely extorting my liberty.
“Recession is when a neighbor loses his job. Depression is when you lose yours.” ~ Ronald Reagan
Splendid. I love poems with rhyming words. Btw, i like your tag line too….Sin city stories! Super cool.
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Thank you kindly!
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You’re most welcome.
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Most of my poetry used rhymes…sonnets, limericks, and occasionally the free verse.
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Great! It’s always nice to read a poem with rhyming words. It’s a talent actually to write one with rhyming words.
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