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Poetry

Born with hearts of peace

We are born with a heart of peace.
No hate, discrimination or evil desire exists.
Only love, innocence and stillness in our hearts
display through our infant minds.
As a child grows, their innocence should simply be admired.
No ending it with learned evil behaviour from adults who
should know only better.
Adults of which, could learn more from a child’s innocent ways.

DepressionPoetry

Running on emptiness

Going along feeling nothing,
no rain, no wind, no flutters in the heart.
Treading through the deepened holes
on a path so unknown, so unreal.
Heavy legs, slumped arms, head a low,
looking into a tunnel of distraught.
Every step awaits the flames of hell,
a vision so focussed on a lifeless dark.
Aware of nothing but torment and mental agony,
a life deeply trodden in tar, marathon step by step.
Desires of little but endless dire,
Not knowing where life has gone so wrong but
accepting change must happen.
Only then do I awake in light of knowing
the suffering that I am going through.
Only soon can I seek help and put hold on the
downward spiral of depression in hold.