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It has been months since my depression took over my life. Long days run into short nights of nothingness, the saying, “killing time” comes to mind. I watch the clock hoping bedtime comes quickly so I can stop thinking and can sleep for a few hours. When I wake up my first thought is, oh God another day of emptiness. I repeat the old mantra in my mind…. 'I will get better'. I hold on to hope like a baby holds on to her mother’s finger…. for dear life.
dead flowers
contain the seeds of tomorrow—
inertia
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Author Notes
kigo= winter
Please check the forum's challenge room for more information on the Haiku Club Challenge #6 Flowers, or send me a message. I will be happy to answer your questions.
Thank you for reading,
Gypsy
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