A Depression Companion

Raped sinking.
Sinking a in deep dread,
Mud of despair.

Like Napoleon’s soldier,
Trying to get home,
Starving surrounded,
in deep dread snow,

Hiding in the belly,
Of a long dead horse.

I walked on frozen,
Earth today,
But, because of Christ,
I noticed,
I walked on mud.

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