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Poetry Is My Refuge

By Cwm

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Peotry is my refuge, when im sicken with depression, poetry is my refuge, to cure my ultimate obsession. Mystical thoughts, flow to my mind, when that happens, my depression is gone, in a matter of time. Why continue,with feeling, black and blue? Accept poetry as your refuge, so poetry can heal you too. When depression, has tried to get me down, i quickly get up, and drive to the nearest, poetry store,down-town. Take a deep breath, and realx, poetry can cure your depression, or make it less complex.I wrote this as a challenge poem about your tool for depression. :) Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 10:04 AM PST   18 • 0 • 13

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