For wistful days, and poignant crusadesA Poem by poetictoriWhen depression hits.Sometimes the air seems piercingly crisp As if it’s frozen in time And I search for the right ruling to follow, In repositioning Or keeping utterly composed All of the while, my lips are turning blue On these capricious occasions, My heart seems to harmonize With the coloration of the feature, Which lies languidly atop my chin© 2016 poetictori |
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Added on August 8, 2016 Last Updated on September 26, 2016 Tags: Cold, Frozen, Heart, Blue, Depression AuthorpoetictoriAboutI use this site as a safe place for some of my poetry. I've had mishaps countless times with accidently throwing my handwritten poetry away. At the same time, I might as well share some of it...but ba.. more..Writing
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