| (Copyright) by Richard Markland (London, Ohio) |
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| Echoes are heard within the tomb my mind is unable to escape. Its darkness embraces and smothers the human spirit. Light is not permitted beyond a thick coal black canvass called depression. The words have no meaning that I hear each day. The people I see beyond the steel door that holds me captive have no purpose. Quiet moments are not permitted. There is no beauty in this world. There is no exit. Once this world is entered, there is no escape. Hate has found a home. Anger thrives and grows. Madness is a constant companion for those who are all too willing to abide by its rules. Freedom is held closely in the darkness of the night. Sleep provides escape to imaginary places taken through dreams. Reality welcomes me with open arms each morning. The journey taken is a familiar one. My steps are placed within those of the day before. I await the day when I no longer hear mindless echoes within the tomb I now live. My spirit will no longer be threatened by a thick coal black canvass called depression. The light promised by God will shine in full strength. The hope I now have will become the freedom I yearn for. |
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