dysthymia
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The sinews of my soul have been messily dissected
By the unsteady, wavering hand of depression
Each tender nerve frays as it’s carelessly bisected
Below.
Life is lived under two feet of water, And I can see the world on land.
Above.
The clouds are upon me, the days and nights bleed into one-and-other, and yet you all carry on without me
Outside.
I drove through shaded green canopies
To the boundary of land and water,
And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock
Careful
Not to fill my shoes with grain,
The sour smell that lingered
Between sand and sky
Midday
and I can't wait to sleep,
Night comes
and closed lids just won't keep.
Then wake arrives
to my defeat;
Low energy,
12 hour day,
Repeat.