Day Twelve

DEPRESSION

After a great high comes a massive fall

the brick wall that I just hit is still up

and standing apart from a great big hole
but I'm not I'm flat out pushing up bricks

crying myself to sleep under the quilt
trying to tell the Doctor in my head

she's gone when she's gone there's no banging on

no hanging on to the world or that girl
because she's gone when she's done and she's gone

 no harping on for the world when they've won
we scored the first and last goal and the rest
oh so absurd I confess I'm depressed
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