Depression

One life: that’s what they say.

So let me twirl, let me play;

Dance like mad in the fading light.

But I take your shawl and wrap it tight;

you shallow sallow sunken friend;

my dearest foe;

a gray reflection as I go.

Mutual distortions, you and I;

Reflecting the will to survive.

Yet, some things are worse than death.

Like dark balls during life’s high noon,

where the only ones dancing,

are me and you.

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