Jailer

Depression takes his steely hand

Chokes my last breath

Dragged down in dungeons deep

Cast upon the stones

I lay there in agony—

Extinction to unknown.

Depression is my jailer

For he holds the key

The verdict for my soul is in--

What fate shall it be?

The door slowly opens

Depression stares and laughs

Introductions of the henchman—

Despair has come at last.

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Just Ask Susan 5 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Wow! Sorry at a loss for words here. Excellent poem!


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Wayne Adam 5 years ago from Parrish,FL Author

Thank you for your gracious comment.

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