My painting, "Depression"
Twenty-four moments have passed.
They leave him empty and lost
Nothing but memories; Twenty-four Memories
It's so warm outside
but it's ten below freezing in his soul;
The emotionless soul
that the last moment left behind
His dreams are haunting and repetitive.
He can't feel, he can't speak, he can't touch.
He wears a smile when he's on stage,
but behind the curtain he wonders
why his big moment, his proudest bow
opened up a trap door that led to a dark, lonely room
There he sits.
Not ready to move, there he stays.
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