Poetry by Jim: My Depression
I sit
I lay
I stare
I stand
but don’t relax
but don’t rest
but don’t focus
but don’t test
I whisper
I scream
I touch
I weep
but don’t speak
but don’t fly
but don’t feel
but don’t cry
I breath
I creep
I peek
I hide
but don’t exhale
but don’t reveal
but don’t uncover
but don’t conceal
you notice
you question
you worry
you forget
but can’t grasp
but can’t relate
but can’t fathom
I can’t
by Jim McDonald
JFM Creates 
Thank you so much Ginene.
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Thanks, that’s exactly what I was going for. At one time in my life, there were plenty of black clouds in my life, but not lately.
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Jim, I hope friends or loved ones are near and that the big black cloud stays away from the space over your head. I think the stark way you wrote this is a mighty tool that conveys to the reader the single vision of people experiencing depression.
Ginene
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Thank you Derrick. I started this one, months ago, then put it on the back burner. Picked it back up last night and finished it.
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Agonising, Jim.
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