Depressed

At times, she barely knows herself,
The image in the mirror:
Whatever all she’s thought to dream
Grows anything but clearer.

Her life is chaos: interweave,
A web, a maze, a lattice,
And if not for irrelevance,
She’d have no other status.

So many think her fortunate:
A star in this big circus —
But she knows emptiness, the kind
That comes when hope

Deserts us

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3 Thoughts to “Depressed

  1. Oh! This line:
    And if not for irrelevance,
    She’d have no other status

    felt so powerful, almost like a punch in the gut. Wow! Good job on this one!

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