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ARTIST DOLDDRUMS

Updated on April 12, 2012
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Enter to my secret doldrums~

My depression on this day~

The artist can be two sided~

As the other half has gaily played.

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Betwixt the sheets of hail~

The air is dark with doom~

Sadness can be easily had~

Buried in my dismal room.

Amongst the faded flowers~

The paper yellowed with age~

My melancholy takes hold~

As my happiness doth fade.

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I sit as the grey ceiling~

Drips into the doling walls~

The dejection of others~

Mask the light as it slips to fall.

I walk aimlessly out the door~

Where awaits the wet ground~

Searching for the sun~

Which seems can not be found.

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The path of pebbles are sparse~

Bare to earthen dirt~

Meager is the stone~

Thin is the walk I skirt.

Depression can seep in slowly~

As more despondent I grow~

Pessimism more frequent~

Thinking most are my foe.

Hidden in a dark wrinkled cover~

A habit of unkemptness creeps~

Misery and grief obscuring any attractiveness~

As the body yearns to sleep.

Could this be the fate of life? ~

Embarrassment concedes if anyone knew~

Having days the same as nights? ~

Can they now know already of my blues?

Enter now to my secret doldrums~

My depression on this day~

The artist can be two sided~

As the other half has gaily played.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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      Lisa J Warner 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Barnsey~ I think it is a part of life everyone visits at laest once in thier lives. Just some more than others, and some have higher thresh-holds. But it can be a great learning lesson also when stable or conquered...

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      Barnsey 5 years ago from Happy Hunting Grounds

      Well written, I too have been there many times during my life. The place has become a gray, dirty cubby in the back of my persona, a place to retreat and punish myself all over again. Thank you for bringing it to light!

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      Lisa J Warner 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank You Poetic Fool~~So thoughtful of you and kind of you~~I hope your day is full of Sunshine.

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      Poetic Fool 5 years ago

      Lisa, this is just how it happens. Depression creeps in slowly almost imperceptibly, unheard. Next thing you know you are a shell of yourself. Colors turn grey, chill overtakes warmth and darkness, light. You've expressed this so well. Anyone who has been there will be able to connect with this beautiful piece!