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.
willowdot21 
Apr 05, 2013 @ 22:10:11
I like the abstract simplicity of these Willow – you’ve got a kind of unraveling thing going on in the rhythm which works with the subject matter. Yes, I do like.
Apr 06, 2013 @ 07:13:37
Thanks Holly, I do love to try new things and I can’t resist a challenge! I really appreciate what you have said because I am such a fan of your work and if don’t always praise it , it is because I don’t want you to think “OMG it’s that weirdo again” 😉 seriously though I did like these and I tried to keep them simple and in rhythm and to the point.
Apr 06, 2013 @ 17:35:07
definitely to the point, Sweet Willow, ..describing so well the downward spiralling hold depression has on us… At one time I was held totally in it’s thrall, and the ‘dark cloud’ as I name it sometimes returns without warning, ’tis a difficult emotion to explain but you have managed it… … warm hugs to you my friend. xPenx
Apr 06, 2013 @ 17:47:09
Thank you Pen, I call it the black dog and so often he is just lurking in the shadows! We just need to keep an out for them Pen we can keep the cloud and the black dog at bay!!
Apr 08, 2013 @ 20:01:35
I like ‘they lift me up smashed’ – Really great stuff, Willow.
Apr 08, 2013 @ 20:07:26
Sadly Noeleen for a while that is all they did for me… getting better!! 😉