Poem - 27 March 2014, 15:02

The Crime of Depression

Nancy Mcgowin

Sliced with a blade in time, no where to go, no where to hide

The scene of the victim, it is not vivid, it is a mere shadow of the unknown

Yet in the heat of the night, the wolf cries out and the crime of the mind

Is beginning, with the full moon above, the love of a loser, the fallen are lost in the fold

Of the path of righteous leftovers where no one will find them because they are left in the trash

The depression is in the blood, it seeps out slowly, then quickly it will show it's sign

For the lonely hearts, and the mind that has rotten away in space, fades quickly into a pile of hash

The crime is the one who suffers the plunge of the unknown, the fears held deep inside

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Limerick Drama Freestyle

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...28 March 2014, 07:33

Nancy McGowin,

An excellent write from the author. Moreover, I agree with Poetess Shah Jehan Ashrafi's view. My applause, My vote, nominated

Sliced with a blade in time, no where to go, no where to hide ( This comes only after the commitment of a crime )

The scene of the victim, it is not vivid, it is a mere shadow of the unknown ( Both the victim and the criminal disappears )

Reading between the lines: Criminals have impractical and unrealistic outlook of themselves and others. They see themselves as though they are the central point of a wheel: everything revolves around them and they are disappointed because they are thwarted in some way. When their diplomacy do not work out, which often is the case, they may appear depressed. They do not perceive any deficiency within themselves. They are depressed about the failure of others to give them what they think they are due.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI