In a handicap by depression. This is my entry to the weeks poetry writing.

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The depression is one of the thing that can take one to early grave. It affects human psychologically. The poetry is my original way of seeing depression and how I believe depression could be over, which I did like the drowning of the finsher man's net.

One thing I understood In life as human is that no matter what happens, human is made to pass through depression in one way or the other. Depression is not cause by anything but you are the depression and the depressed but trust in the light of a drowning of the finsiher man's net and you will surely over cover all you holding you beneath.

Here is a poem about depression:
As the wind blows
Let all your worries go
Your way be meat no more
Let it be a dream of fairly tales
And a stone to step on no more
Pulling me down beneath that deep sink and torment
Let your sinks that always waves my cloud,
That fly its signs, that matches my hopes
Bring me through without looking at me like a prisoner thought that won't submit

This deep crappy hand, this void and narrow sorrow
That eats my belly of flyer from that which is good in my way

In all, I know each broken stone is my stepping tone,
That is holding me today, and I know, I can't wine now, but tomorrow, you alone shall stand in this loneliness.

Then I am lost, like a drowning net of the finisher man's soul.

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