‘Tis such a sad sight,
Watching the death of a mind,
Fading Star, once bright.

The day I awoke.
Hearing the sad siren’s call.
Of a tired bloke.

Dragging to the deeps,
Of the depressed mental state,
The one who weeps.

Who cries trifling tears,
As they do believe, while they
See only their fears.

To look past it all,
Past the siren’s blue curtain,
Before the downfall.

Yet thinking they can’t,
Such impossibilities,
Esteem remains scant.

Needing but a friend,
With gentle hands to you,
Your heart, they will mend.

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