Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Don’t bother me, I’m in retreat
Covering up, admitting defeat
The world’s no longer “at my feet”
In fact my enthusiasm’s beat
Don’t try to offer words, if sweet
I want no longer to hear their bleat
They only offer mournful gleet
I’m on that one way street
Where depression offered me a seat.



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