I have to sit and wonder
why sometimes I try.
Why try make the sun shine
when it disappears into the horizon
and hides behind the clouds?
Why let the rain batter down on the grass
when it only turns to mud?
It is time to sit in solitude,
away from the sun and the grass,
let the night sweep me away
into the darkness and melt
the stars. Depression that seeks
only the brightness of the moonlight.
Cower in a corner, crouch behind a bush,
not trying, not searching,
quiet.
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