little diddy
Decided to write a little diddy,
with style
and rhythem,
contort the words
to sound so pretty.
While the soul lacks
and reasons come
to pity.
Be no other reason,
the mental,
emotion,
nor season.
Depression sings, clings,
the blackest bells ring
and how I heave
and bosom swells.
Poetic climax we all see
and burn within a
thousand hells.
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