Darkness

I am not depressed
Not anymore and forevermore
I’m much worse; 
my heart is dimpled and depressed 
beaten, bruised, and battered

I am not sad
I do enjoy the self-torture
Yet I’m much worse;
My feelings are hot coals 
under the probing tongue of my mind

I am not a humanbeing
I'm a clutch purse
In the firm grasps of misery 

My soul feels like its been 
Rolled in dirt and filth
I call the grime a body as it weighs me down
Forevermore
 

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