Depression
By no means
not even words
can I say
how dazed
groping blindly
it steals into me and whispers
how can I say
how I still want
what I before
when it was still warm
and the future hopeful
can I still say
oh, come back
feeling of future
in wide open arms.
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Ira Bart (Ria Baart) [1947-1996] |
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