Yesterday?
I spent twenty-one hours
In my bed,
Listening to classical music
From the radio across the room.
Why I did not
Get up to eat,
Or to shower,
Or to visit with friends -
I do not know....
Maybe this is
Depression,
Twisting its knife
Across my soul.
Such a jagged knife
That rips and tears my life
Into tattered shreds,
All while I stay huddled,
Under covers on the bed.
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