CeilingA Poem by N.SevillaAbout being too depressed to get out of bedMorning light casts shadows upon the ceiling grains
Further pronouncing the stucco's terrains Their sharpness threatens stalactite fragility Til Noon’s glow reveals their durability The relentless white, heavy overhead It’s weight, I blame, ties me to my bed © 2021 N.SevillaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 17, 2021 Last Updated on May 17, 2021 Tags: bed, ceiling, poetry, poem, depression AuthorN.SevillaCAAboutI've had this account for several years and I am finally coming back to my writing roots. It's been a joy to write again and look back on my poetry from 10 years ago and see the changes in my life. .. more..Writing
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