Depression

depression-2

Oh how the bat lives in the dungeons
Sees the dungeons
The stalagmites and stalactites – the canines of a monster –
And crashes past the murky night, in all the gloom.
Hunts the fruit in the dark.
A nocturnal feeder searching for
Her freedom from a protracted sentence.

Oh how pitiful that the day-sleeper
Knows no sunshine
Yet makes a gloomy grotto, a home
With roof above, ground beneath
Darkness abound, and gazes
From the corner of a cave opening
To see the moon. Her dream.

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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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