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Nocturnal Depression
By Grace Hall Today I’ve fallen in love with the clouds And the trees And yellow I smiled freely and laughed in the face of life’s little inconveniences And became enamored with the notion that I am capable of such immense feeling. But now it’s raining And pouring It’s four in the morning And my poems are all starting to sound like cliche little nursery rhymes Although I can’t seem to care Because while the day seemed bright and full to the brim with endless possibilities The limitations of my bedroom walls Those towering shadows in the dark Feel as though they’re crushing the air out of my lungs Expelling…
