And You Think You’re Depressed




The days turn into years

The years engender tears

All Hope just disappears

My life is rife with fears


My car it sharply veers

Into a ditch it steers

Death lures me as it leers

To hell’s lowest tiers


My ship can find no piers

No guiding astral spheres

In darkest night that blears

And drowns me and ensnares


I’ve never had love, cheers

The gloom it never clears

No comfort that endears

Just hatred and rude stares


And God never cares

And Life never dares

It never makes repairs

And sorrow always sears


Copyright, David Gottfried, 2005


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