The ducks we fed that day
were as black as the laying lake
Like my sullen soul that had faded
into the raven night skies of depression
It is hidden and unnoticedby the others that swam in the light
Only black ducks like me will understandhow it feels to be invisible.
Only black ducks like me will understand
how it feels to be invisible.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
