A maze of Blockades

30 Aug

Stones 1

Depression makes my mind go blank

Black thoughts and life gives no thanks

Words are a jumble, tongue is silence

Like a stone blunted with malice

Freedom feels for an escape

Hunger twists and gapes

Like a hole without a voice.

Days drag on and on

Routines mundane and long

Conversations like cotton

Medication forgotten

Like walking through a maze of blockades.

 

 

 

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