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The Dishonest Sun

July 23, 2014
By Anonymous

Glaring through the window, he talks to me.
“Come out and play,” he says. Shows me
the bold pine and chartreuse and azure, he
tells me,
“The birds will chirp.” I tell him, “You lie.”
I see these things; I also see gray.


The author's comments:
This is a poem about the constant underlying feeling of sadness that one experiences while trying to escape depression.

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