One short poem about depression

On the eve of the second leg of the Lo-Fi Good Friday Mates Tour (a kitchen in London), I give you a little something written from the pit. Do try to read it aloud …

When I was gentle when I was kind

Long ago there was a time,
When I was gentle,
When I was kind,
Then one day I lost my mind
And have forever since been running blind,
So that now
With open eyes I find,
I cannot see,
Hear,
Touch,
Or even taste
The time,
When I was gentle,
When I was kind.

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