![]() DepressionA Poem by Debbie_PhillyDepression Depressions creeping in like a fog looming over the Atlantic Dense grey matter choking so thick there is no air It’s in the distance but the fog horn blows, a warning Rolling in like a freight train with no way of stopping it There will be no way to see through it only to wave Your hands frantically in front of you for some direction Depression's creeping in like a fog over the Atlantic It’s a like a car crash waiting to happen, all you can do Is wait, buckle up hold on and deal with the aftermath.
Deborah Kelly (Debbie Philly) 7/14/14 © 2014 Debbie_PhillyFeatured Review
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21 Reviews Added on July 18, 2014 Last Updated on July 18, 2014 Author![]() Debbie_PhillyPHILADELPHIA, PAAboutHello everyone, My name is Debbie , I have been writing for about 13 years now, I'm 51 years old and live in Philly. I used to have a show on Blog talk Radio called REVERSE with Michael Quigg every o.. more..Writing
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