I stopped by your grave yesterday.
I was just passing through.
As I got closer to the cemetery,
I pulled in and drove up the driveway.
I found the faucet with no problem.
And I found you with no problems.
I wiped off the grass clippings.
I put my fingers to my lips and
Tag: Depression
THE REAL DEFINITION OF DEPRESSION, Poetry by Lindsay Gignac
People are always asked how would you describe depression?
What is depression like?
While you know they think they know the answer but they really don’t Depression is not a dream
