Sometimes I just lay down and start to cry
I know there’s no good reason
Nothing justified
Such beauty all around me
Such love I know inside
I have no explanation
have no place to hide
Still I curl up and I feel like I might die
These moments then I doubt all that I am
I can’t present a purpose
Why what-for be damned
Accomplishments forgotten
All acumen a sham
Over-whelmed, the undertow
grinds me up like spam
Still I can’t ignore this irony off-hand
Now to close I guess I have to find a way
to turn around this darkness
Hold somewhat at bay
This melancholy mind-set
I can’t abide to stay
Dialogs with demons
paint my world with grey
Still this funk might last until my love says…
“Hey!”
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
