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Dave Bonta
I see clear and far;
my trouble made
a good sermon.
I lease a shoulder to my wife
and a dull sleep to my lute.
I like to write poems so that I can be heard.
Because no one will listen to a person who doesn't like to use a phone,
Or go out in public much- It's all so much and I'd like to be able to-
Or watch tiktok all day instead of reading.
But it's okay, because I'll email if you respond!
And I'm a pretty good friend.
That shoulder you cried on?
That was me.
So it's okay that I'm mostly alone,
Because I love everyone anyways.
i offer you my kindness
for nothing but a promise
promise that just like mine,
your back is there to lean on
promise that just like mine,
your shoulder is there to cry on
promise that just like i,
you will listen to the pain
for my kindness
it has been abused
for my kindness
it has been taken for granted
for my kindness
it has been used
i promise you my kindness,
please promise the same.
Depression.
Something so strong
But yet so weak at the same time.
It weighs you down.
It holds you back.
It feels...
It feels like a dead body.
Like carrying a dead body
On your shoulders
Everyday.
It occupies your time
You don't want to eat
You can't sleep
Hard to breath.
Maybe you're the dead body.
Maybe you're