Poetry Blog by Debbie Houghton (manic depression)
Dark dank down hole, Alice whole?
Cup of tea floating by on a tray, it was gray.
It was cold, it was cracked, chipped, mouldy and old
Is it me? Can you see?
A rabbit was here once you know
why was he in such a hurry to go?
Falling fast falling past did I become present?
There's No bows, there's no tags, just plain damp dark rags
Shrew mouse tumbling tears she's undone
Thursday 10th May 2012 6:59 am
manic depression (Remove)
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