My Inheritance

A poem

Reece Beckett
Oct 21, 2021 · 2 min read
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I just inherited depression, there’s no question, ever-present

By now my presence just adds pressure to the present

And the concrete looks soothing. The gentle blues of the sky above

Of the Heaven I hurry to be a part of

Seems to whisper my name and extend both arms