Wandering Through My Depression

By Richard White ~ @RWhiteAuthor

I wander through my depression,
like its a terrible obsession.

sitting on a park bench like a ghost,
passing the time with a NY Post.

Staring into nowhere, with blank expression.
Emptiness has become my profession.

I guess I will lean up against this light post,
and wonder what it would be like, if I wasn’t diagnosed.



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