"Depression is a kind of fire..." - Taylor Mali
The kind of fire that roasts the heart
in his chest.
Scorching, flaming, burning mess.
Hidden behind,
smoldering inside,
An otherwise cool breast.
And if my words can't save him,
And your kisses can't heal him,
I guess the fire will continue to anneal him
out of control.
Until no kneeworn kneel nor heartfelt appeal
Will save his soul.
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