Signs

There are signs posted with moss covering
Empty bottles where the devil is recovering
Dirty feathers all around in piles cluttering
And care is a word I hear you keep uttering

There are scabs where blood is spluttering
No cover for my mouth we are discovering
Though secrets are a map I’m not uncovering
And love is the only thing left hovering

© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t know why he hasn’t let me drown. He needs to push me to the bottom of the ocean.
Something about caring?
I iz monster. 😭 How to stop the need?

I iz bad. Past my expiration date? Losing me mind. One moment at a time.

DEPRESSION AWARENESS


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