Sonnet 300.4 – Dysthymia

dys1  Sonnet 300.4



I’m not a quitter, but then again

It’s hard to hope after so long a fight.

I have to think back to the age of ten

To recall when last it was I felt right.

Alone and unhappy describe my youth

Add empty and wearied to my twenties

When those years passed hopelessness became truth

Through every effort to make this ache cease.

Now looking ahead for three to four weeks

With a Stoic heart I take on the chore

To perish a pain as old as the Greeks

Through cognitive change and chemical war.

With one before bed and two when I wake

Inhibit my serotonin reuptake.



Persistent Depressive Disorder (Dysthymia)

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