Depression: A sickness That infects All aspects Of life
Anxiety
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Train of Thought
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Dream Catcher
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Exit Stage Left
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Solace from Paper and Pen
Solitude is no help Company distracts somewhat But neither has helped This growing feeling So now I shall seek Solace from paper and pen And pray it may end This burden that has rested Upon my poor soul -Kel Dayheart
In a Slump
He lives in squalor Not because he has no choice But because he believes he deserves it Guilt weighs heavily Upon his slumped shoulders He wilts with its deadweight -Kel Dayheart
Crumble
I watch my whole world Crumble under your hands As you walk away There isn't a hint of remorse Or even a glance back I have lost everything And you barely notice As you keep on going Moving on with your life Even as I crumble completely -Kel Dayheart
Demons of Insanity
Writers often describe their demons I guess that's as good a metaphor as any To depict the insanity that is the words bouncing in their heads Sometimes it's just like holding conversations with yourself -Kel Dayheart
Looking for Meaning
The sad moment When all meaning is lost My eyelids droop As a heaviness settles upon me My knees ache From being curled into myself As I search for something In this sad moment -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 