Monday Madness

Monday Madness-4/21/14

Sorrow tastes
like too many cigarettes
ash and bitterness.
Sadness eats a dessert of
Despair.

Depression lingers
like unpainted
brush strokes
onto the canvas
of my inner mind.

It feels like:
running backwards,
up a hill-
or standing
complete and utterly
very still-
(going nowhere fast.)

Or this:
It feels like sinking
into quicksand
in the middle of a
snake pit.

Sorrow tastes
like too many cigarettes
ash and bitterness.
Sadness eats a dessert of
Despair.

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