This poem is about the feeling of depression and overcoming it. The effort often leaves one even more tired. This is to share that all of humanity is similar and that even if we feel so, we are not alone.
Desolation is a filament
The blazing of the firmament
The hate crawls out of me
With wails of dereliction past.
Its tender coils rest round
My pale parchment throat
Leaving splotches of color:
Amethyst, crimson binds winding
Round and round, lemniscate.
As it rises further,
Cities fall, towers blazing all
The rings of dust leave
A fine filigree to decorate
The damned devastation
Left slumbering in its wake.
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