Depression

A grey figure one step behind,
And yet one step infront too,
Completely impossible but so real.
Stooped, shrouded old skeleton,
Spindles for fingers which are
Pressed firmly against your scream.
No one can hear your cry.
No one can see your fear.
No one can see the depression
That is drawing ever near.

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