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Wasted
The hours in a day
Doing nothing
Wallowing
In empty air
And blank spaces
The mind
Reeling
In no specific direction
Slamming
Into a brick wall
But no damage
Except to the soul
Damaged
Torn apart
Ripped
From its very essence
Mangled, as if
It had been ravaged
By a predator
But that predator
Only lives within me
The walls
I have built myself
Keep me
Safely guarded, away
From the vicious
And yet
I want to explode
To let it out
Still
No one will hear
No one will care
No one
Even notices
How lost
Inside myself
I am
No one
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Thats beautiful… I hope things look up for you soon
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Thank you ❤
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much empathy and hugs. x
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Thank you very much 🙂
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I understand the feeling of depression, Dorinda. Yes, it’s a release that you found the words to describe it. I said it lately that when I find the right words and write about it, I feel like the knots inside are loosen up. I’m an optimistic person but was trapped in a situation. I could feel my heart and my muscles were sinking. I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Well, I’m glad that I broke it through.
Keep writing about it!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Miriam! I’m glad you broke through, too!! 💖
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Yes, thank you. ❤
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You’re welcome!
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❤ ❤
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Big hugs. I cannot empathise I am lucky that I do not suffer depression, I get winter blues, but I am not sure it is depression. Sympathy seems empty and fake. That said, I am not without compassion for sufferers of depression.
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Thank you, Amanda. It’s very difficult to live with on a daily basis, but I will survive!! ❤
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My ex husband has bipolar disorder.
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So you do have an understanding. I am not bipolar, but I battle with depression. I don’t think I’ve ever said that publicly before.
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Safe with me.
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I try to understand, the Brain is complex.
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❤️
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excellent description of depression.
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Thank you L.K.
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This is so powerful, Dorinda. Closed in and wanting to explode. It’s a relentless feeling. The structure you chose for the poem gives it a sense of falling and dropping off. A tough state, beautifully told.
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Thank you, Diana. It’s hard to write about but it is a release, and so I do.
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❤
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Those walls we build up… sheltering and suffocating!
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Yes, exactly, but very difficult to break down..
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Very difficult!
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Haunting.
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Thank you, Paula.
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