DAY5 OF NaPoWrim0 Is a cinquain is a poem that employs stanzas with five lines.
Well here we go three little cinquain they are not too happy but we cannot be be upbeat all the time can we?
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Tablets
Tablets
lozenge shaped
white and round
they lift me up
smashed.
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Tired
Tired
drooping low
muscles aching pain
all over me so
tired.
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Depression
Depression
sinking falling
dragging me down
loosing my senses crawling
evil, cruel depression.