Dysthymia
This is one of my earlier poems about taking a defiant attitude towards depression. I wrote it when I was (obviously) kind of depressed. This poem also brings back a bit of nostalgia because many of my earlier poems had a similar structure, in which the entire poem is blocked together in one stanza. Any comments are very much appreciated.
"Dysthymia"
This here's my old friend
Whisperin' in my ear.
You see, he depends
Upon my despair and on my fear.
He tempts me, taunts me, tries me.
He treats me all afoul.
He keeps himself quite busy.
He's teasing me right now.
You may look upon this game, this race
And think that he offends,
But I'll keep smiling in his face
Until the bitter end.
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