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    The Depths
    The Depths
    The Depths
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    The Depths

    By Sebastian Fletcher

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    The Depths is an anthology of 48 poems that were written during my journey through depression. Split into 3 chapters, we explore the crushing lows of depression and the suffocating weight of loathing and apathy that invade every thought. As the chapters progress the journey becomes more uplifting as passion and pride begin to shine through the dark and slowly change my past self's worldview.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSebastian Fletcher
    Release dateAug 8, 2018
    ISBN9780463333228
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      The Depths - Sebastian Fletcher

      The Depths

      An anthology of 48 poems by Sebastian Fletcher

      Copyright

      The Depths

      By Sebastian Fletcher

      Copyright 2018 Sebastian Fletcher

      Chapter 1: Abyss

      Autumn Town

      Born and raised in Autumn Town

      The air is quiet tonight.

      Usually there is someone around

      To take in the sights.

      Remember when the town stunned and wowed

      Crimson leaves draped across the glades

      In ages past, once young and proud,

      Its ambitions and colours fade.

      So long have the markets rusted

      Cogs brought to collapse

      Halls and homes now dilapidated

      Overhead the thunder claps.

      The lucky birds leave their nest

      Never to return

      Pray for those that were left

      To watch their home-town burn.

      Born and raised in Autumn Town

      Listen to the wind pass by the trees.

      Perhaps there is nobody around

      Because there’s nothing left to see.

      Little Helpers

      There was once a strange old man

      Who went to any length

      To escape his regrets, off he ran

      And searched for forbidden strength.

      He asked only to forget

      To give his mind a rinse

      To not forgive and hide away

      He approached his own old sins.

      The man said "I wish to change the past

      To undo what is now real

      An opportunity that I hope will last

      I approach you with a deal."

      Wrath said "I can do that, the

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