Depression Fading
Flooded lust.
The sweet smell of golden plush.
Lasting rain and stained tear drops
On a window pane.
Two straight lanes.
Two broken legs walk with canes.
Flush light.
Standing on a building at high height.
A floating kite.
Will you lose the fight?
Or will you become that brave knight.
Lying on the ground
Crouched in a fetal position.
The day dark as night.
And the sun spell forth tears.
And your blood becomes rivers.
The sight of it makes one quiver.
And death becomes like a constant shiver.
Eyes wide open.
The images violent and then nothing.
Written By: C. N. Young
