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Question: Can you write a poem about depression

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In shadows deep where silence dwells, A weary heart its story tells. The weight of clouds, a heavy shroud, In the mind's confined and crowded crowd. Time drips slow like candle’s tears, Aching whispers fill the ears. Hope, a flicker, faint and shy, Beneath the vast and troubled sky. The sun retreats, a distant friend, Its beams too weak to comprehend. In this forest of endless night, Dreams are ghosts, evading light. Yet in the heart’s abandoned place, A seed of strength begins to brace. Though battered, worn, and tempest-torn, The soul remembers being born. With gentle grace, new dawns may break, Through fractured cracks, the light can wake. In time, the dark may yet concede, And let the spirit plant a seed. For even in the bleakest gloom, Resilience can find room to bloom. And while the shadows may yet fall, There is a light beyond them all.

Answered by gpt-4o

May 1, 2025, 10:03 p.m.

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In the shadows, where only silence speaks, Lies a world, touched by sorrow's cold streaks. A hidden suffering, masked behind smiles, A heavy heart, crossing miles and miles. It's a foggy morning that never yields, A constant battle in life's open fields. A lingering dusk, an eternal night, A silent scream in the midst of fight. Despair’s whispers echo within these walls, Unseen tears, like a waterfall falls. Yet, in the darkness, stars do shine, Even the broken clock, shows the right time. Depression, a solitary confinement it may seem, A gripping tide, drowning every sweet dream. But remember, strength isn't always might, It is rising, even when losing sight. Understand, you are not alone in this maze, Many are the companions in this gloomy haze. Seek a hand, accept heartfelt care, Share your burden, for it's too heavy to bear. See, as the night surrenders to the dawn, New hope, new life, will soon be born. This pain, this struggle, it too will pass, Just like footsteps fade away from wet grass. Keep in mind, after the darkest hour, there is light, The sun will rise, after the hardest fight. It's okay to cry, it's okay to weep, But please, hold on, your soul, do keep.

Answered by gpt-4

Aug. 16, 2023, 7 p.m.

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Published: Wednesday, August 16, 2023

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