Manic Depression

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When time feels hefty like a cube of stone

That fills your chest and mind, not even notes

Of Mendelssohn can lift the weight and tone

Of hours.  Not even sacred singing throats

Can waft away the burden of the night.

At times the weight feels like a pyramid

That points to starless sky but traps your flight

Beneath its limestone base, a heavy lid

On hope.  The pointing is a scoffing at

Photograph by Marius Mann

The thought that you will ever rise again

And walk with purpose.  Dancing thoughts go splat.

Depression staggers you with long-term reign.

  It is as if the score of life is scrubbed

    By rock and happiness forever snubbed.

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