Poetic Plague Doctor

Tag: Depression

  • Listen

    I’m so tried in my joints Sore in my very marrow Everywhere I look there’s no shouts of joy Only mournful cries of sorrow

  • Medicine

    Numb, numb My tongues turned dumb My hearts turned to stone but the pain isn’t gone I’ve tried to fight it Now I throw down my arms My efforts do no good and do much harm

  • Money and Value

    See the worldand its people look at all they do.Is there anything really new? No Nothing is new under the sun.Nothing fresh upon the earth.So what is all our toil for?What’s our work really worth? If fame is what you seekyour toil is in vain. If money is what you want,then your effort is for…

  • Good Intentions

    I stare at the lights as the rain pours, it soaks me to the bone as I lie on the floor. I don’t remember how I got here, my intentions were so pure. But that’s how it begins, trying to win Ending on the wrong side of a ’44

  • Mental Machinations

    Of the horrible things in store, your mind creates so much more and you will no doubt find your moan a sub-par companion when your alone