Depressed
This river flowing within me
What can I make of it
Sharp pangs of pain accompanied
As I retch and strech in pain
What has become of me
A prince so filled with valor
I shrink and escape into my self
Like a snail in times of woe
Feel like I am at cliff's edge
And about falling, falling down
In great depression I tremble
Deprive me of these sorrows!i wail
I stumble and almost fall
Struggle for relief as I go down
Can I get myself together again?
I keep going down, down, down. . .
Chimdi Nkem Nzewi Copyright ©2009 Chimdi Nkem Nzewi
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