When Asked 'What Is Depression?'A Poem by Charles Chukwuani
it's the monster living in the coffin,
created by the bodily obstruction of sun rays, a reflection-less fiend so unkind as to not feast on blood, instead, on delectable joy, on tantalizing sun rays, on buttered flies in the stomach, on savory, hopeful dreams! sinking its fangs into them watching the color fade as they become gray illusions of grandeur, soundless flicks of movies past. immune to silver bullets, it chuckles at stakes and churches and even the almighty sun rays! deceptively crumbling into dust when one thinks the orange star shines brightest, that's when the monster is at its longest; lurking, lounging, lusting, lingering, serpentine, scheming, shadowy slumber.
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Added on April 13, 2015 Last Updated on April 13, 2015 AuthorCharles ChukwuaniAbuja, NigeriaAbout21 year old student. Just going through the motions of life I guess. Anime/video game lover. Asian culture enthusiast. more..Writing
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