(POETRY) Canvas sky

A hole so deep it span the infinite
I see my dreams and dive right into it
Faces, favors, friends long lost
In this hole, a spiritual cost

What to say and what to be
It seems a waste to just be me
I'll just sit and stare in darkness
A halted mount- lethargic harness

Nonetheless I still perform
Be the part- play the horn
Goals and dreams- they fly right by
Depression cloud- canvas sky

All the same I play my song
A need for meaning all but gone
Now I ride to depths unknown 
And still I play- sad trombone

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