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No ladder needs the bird but skies
To situate its wings,
Nor any leader’s grim baton
Arraigns it as it sings.
The implements of bliss are few—
As Jesus says of Him,
“Come unto me” the moiety
That wafts the cherubim.

Pitter patter, pitter patter
Not of rain it's my heart
When it showers it dreads their patter
My ears echo their patter
Long after they cease to pelt
Not even its breeze
Can give some peace

fluttery fronds
of a palm tree –
another noel

A friendly face.
From another place.
With such gentle eyes.
Words are spoken.
Conversations so delightful.
I can almost see you here.
Sitting next to me so touchable.
Always finding time
to talk to each other online.
So far away and still close by.
This beautiful friend.
I love his open mind.
No matter our long distance.
Just caring and sharing.
My thoughts of this moment.

The night dips, crawls and falls at my feet
Hisses and rumbles as my attention it seek
I attempt to ignore it for I wish to behave
To uphold the morals my parents engrave
The night sprinkles white powder upon me
To try and wake me so with it I may flee
It casts a dark cloud just above my head
Tastes of whiskey and shame from which I was bred
Reminds me of the insatiable thirst I miss
Of flesh smoldering upon flesh with a kiss
The night tempts me to come out and play
But I want to be good so I elude it and stay

Little inexperienced girl
Wanted to eat the world
But it swallowed her whole
It won't return her
Until she's nothing but bones

Theres darkness coming,
It's fast and swallowing everything whole.
It surrounded me,
But I'm still here.
Why?

After continuous thinking,
I realized.
It's swallowing memories and emotions,
Not the people.

Her smile, her laugh, her beautiful blue eyes.
The way she pouts when she's annoyed;
All being erased from my memory.
The warm feeling that she left,
Being erased and replaced by
A cold and haunting force.

This enemy,
This fiend,
This killer,
This darkness -
Is depression.