Posted in Photography, Poetry

Depression

Sometimes

The angels you walk with

Are stalked by sadness

And all hues

Get sucked into the

Black hole of depression

Each scream

Each call for help

Gets labelled as drama

And all drift away

Leaving you alone

With your pain And vacuum

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Still searching for everything ! Amateur photographer , poet , biker ( pillion riding !) , traveller , blogger , adventurer , book crazy , animal lover .

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