Poem: Depression Dies Hard

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My latest original five-line poem, and yes, I was thinking about *Die Hard*. I actually have more to say on that hopefully soon. For now …

Depression Dies Hard

depression dies hard, like flogging a dead horse
and then it trots away with an empty saddle
because still it rides, and you realize the whip
always flings around onto your scar tissue back,
raw and healing from the last go-around.

Also, enjoy this song I’ve been enjoying this morning. It doesn’t necessarily fit the poem, but I like it anyhow.

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