Sadness seeps into everything.
Pointless phone calls serving anger to spur,
The waters of depression sting.
There is an inner strength we can access,
That still small voice is whispering.
Turn aside from your obsessing and mess,
Seek my solace; it is coming.
Whirling about so, running to and fro,
We lose sight of all that is blessed.
We have each other, so our inner peace,
We find it by living with zest
“Anti-Depressant”
By
Jerry E Smith
©8/14/17
For @ deadgrlsuppastar
