depression

Dark Clouds

Dark clouds of
despair
threaten like
a storm of
sorrow.
Ruthless beads of
blinding rain
saturate my soul,
flooding my thoughts
with memories
of loss.

 

 

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Like Mine

I saw your bandages.
I didn’t inquire.
I didn’t need to.
I recognized your secret.
It looked like mine.

The door was ajar.
I peeked in your closet.
I saw your skeletons,
And I knew them all.
They looked like mine.

I remained reticent.
Not even you knew
What I observed.
I protected your secret
Like I did mine.

Now I wonder,
If I had unlocked
My Pandora’s Box for you,
Could I have rewritten your story
Like someone did mine?