Sunday, March 22, 2015

A Ballad to Depression

Dante was a heavy thinker, too. (Image via)

The Waning of Emotions

Crashing like malignant waves of thick, molten tar and shrouded by black, suffocating clouds of soot, my rapidly shifting emotions have lost their tenacious grip on melancholy, stumbled past the precipice of anxious sadness, and have plummeted into the dank, shadowed cavern of depression. Closing my eyes, willing the tears back; holding tight to the shard of hope that, soon, this too shall pass and I’ll find my way back to the light of normalcy.

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