Wandering through the valley of my desolation
Ugly memories rise like ghosts reaching out to snare me
Forgetting a mountain range with peaks to high to scale
Images camp on the perimeter of my thoughts
Waiting their turn to come out of the darkness to torment
My mind battling to keep them hidden
I wish to never travel here but depression knows
The road well and doesn’t need a map
It is I who must find my way to encouragement
Ugly memories rise like ghosts reaching out to snare me
Forgetting a mountain range with peaks to high to scale
Images camp on the perimeter of my thoughts
Waiting their turn to come out of the darkness to torment
My mind battling to keep them hidden
I wish to never travel here but depression knows
The road well and doesn’t need a map
It is I who must find my way to encouragement
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