The
depression kicks in with retaliation
The skies
are greyer than grey.
My shadow
on the wall mocks me
You’ve been
touched by the warmth
Its now
time to suffer
My shadow
can escape the gloominess
By fleeing
towards the sizzling sun
Avoidance
of this bitter cold is hopeless you see
A little bit
of me dies at this time, can barely survive
I cannot
break away; it’s in my remains for the duration
The inhumane
torture of the horrendous arctic wind
My shadow
scorns me, Laughs with satisfaction
Don’t be
greedy
You’ve had
your fill, your moment in time
Basking in
the sun, idling the glorious away
Take it,
survive it with no protest.
Exhausted, I
wrestle with the notion
No time left
for contemplation
I rip it
from the wall with all my might
I shred it,
and tear it into a million pieces.
It lingers
for an instant, and slowly dissipates
Gasping for
one last breath
It dies it
dies
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