Another Poem (by Georgia Brask)

Detached, disgusted, down in the dumps
Every road I take is full of bumps
Passing street lights with no glow
Reality hits me with the snow
Expectations crashing to the ground
Screaming out but with no sound
Sad music playing in my ears
I find myself being brought to tears
Onwards, forwards, ever forth
Now begins my quest to return north

I wrote this poem, among other things, to cope with my depression. If you can find the ‘Easter egg’ I have woven into my poem, I salute you 😉 (Let me know!)

Here’s the link to my schizophrenia poem.

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