Depressed One

Pluck my lashes one by one.
Peel the skin from my lids,
and I will feel less pain than
this despairing pit of depression.

I trudge each day, up hill,
of course,
through a slow flow
of molasses.

Apathy is my shadow.

Migraines and muscle aches
jackhammer me.

My bed: my refuge.

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