Depression

Laying on my couch
I am so tired
Battling a brain that was marred
by chemotherapy
Scarring away discomfort of this
rheumatic arthritic body
Attacking itself daily, and my
Mind is weary from this convex
Deep down in the mysteries of an
unbridled anxiety only I can feel
Or can you feel it too?
Cutting through as though a
dislodged plate was upheaved
in this quake of trembling terror
Despondent over it all
Drinking it all in as you just go
About your day
Never understanding


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