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Depression - Phillip Knight

I hate.

That is default.

Jealousy and rage.

Stricken with detest at the better dressed, the better off, the happier lives, the truthful smiles.

I am the devil on the shoulder chocking angelic praise

The lackluster gestures of congratulatory chat and clichéd phrase

I hate the world

And the way it shuffles my cards against me

And yet longing for a win

I accept only failure.

I hate the rain as it freely washes away and I dream of self-saturation

Taken to the ground awaiting my own six feet of soil

I hate the calcium in my bones that hold me together when all I want is to fall apart

I hate every living thing

But not as much as I hate myself


See more of Phillip Knight's poetry and upcoming releases at Fishbowl Publishing

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