Poems and short stories by members

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Darkest web.

Oh, the darkest web,

guide me to the altar,

The Grimoire book of spells,

Alter kiss and tells,

Coldren a brewing,

Bats & rats begin on stewing,

Be them done well,

Or them underdone,

No stone will be left unturned,

For those who churned,

The milk into the gutter.
A little poem - not directly about depression but more about people around

HIDDEN

WE DIDN’T KNOW
HOW ON EARTH COULD WE
I’M HIS BEST MATE
AND HE SAID NOTHING TO ME
SO WE DIDN’T KNOW.

WE DIDN’T KNOW
JUST HOW LOW HE WAS
WE’D UNDERSTAND
BUT WE DIDN’T BECAUSE
WE DIDN’T KNOW.

WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
HOW CLOSE WAS THE END
WE COULD HAVE GONE ROUND MORE
BEEN BETTER FRIENDS
BUT WE DIDN’T KNOW.

WE DIDN’T KNOW
UNTIL HE DIED
BOOZE AND PILLS
A SUICIDE
IF ONLY WE’D KNOWN