escape from depression — a poem

The Independent Pigeon

those pinpoint dreams turn into an unfocused eye test

with broad strokes, and a blur of indecipherable colour

once experienced, turns into the mundane

once wondrous, now a bore

i lay breathing gently, unable to unable to

string my thoughts together, to crush the uneasy rebellion

of repetition, of repetition, of repetition, of repetition

until the apathy fades to sharp pangs of agony and longing and elucidated eternal truth

of crushing sadness and disappointment

so i double back, and take a different exit

and here it comes

the repetition, the repetition, the repetition, the repetition

a small blossom, brings a curled smile

to a howling laughter that clears my belly

and plants the seeds for the spring

where the hazy colours sharpen sharpen


crystal happiness

and the pangs of immemorial sadness turn into a trite experience

of a past belonging to another

sadder me

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