Sorry it’s been so long
since I visited your grave
depression got a hold
and turned me into it’s slave.
I locked myself away
from prying eyes
afraid that they wouldn’t
believe my lies
that I was okay and just a bit
under the weather,
a few days in bed
and I would be much better.
The truth though,
is a lot harder to face
not knowing if I belong
in this God forsaken place.
The 50 year old poet 
Thank you for your poems. They are beautiful
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Thank you
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your poems are always a pleasure to read.
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Thank you, you’re very kind.
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