ARTIST DOLDDRUMS
Enter to my secret doldrums~
My depression on this day~
The artist can be two sided~
As the other half has gaily played.
Betwixt the sheets of hail~
The air is dark with doom~
Sadness can be easily had~
Buried in my dismal room.
Amongst the faded flowers~
The paper yellowed with age~
My melancholy takes hold~
As my happiness doth fade.
I sit as the grey ceiling~
Drips into the doling walls~
The dejection of others~
Mask the light as it slips to fall.
I walk aimlessly out the door~
Where awaits the wet ground~
Searching for the sun~
Which seems can not be found.
The path of pebbles are sparse~
Bare to earthen dirt~
Meager is the stone~
Thin is the walk I skirt.
Depression can seep in slowly~
As more despondent I grow~
Pessimism more frequent~
Thinking most are my foe.
Hidden in a dark wrinkled cover~
A habit of unkemptness creeps~
Misery and grief obscuring any attractiveness~
As the body yearns to sleep.
Could this be the fate of life? ~
Embarrassment concedes if anyone knew~
Having days the same as nights? ~
Can they now know already of my blues?
Enter now to my secret doldrums~
My depression on this day~
The artist can be two sided~
As the other half has gaily played.
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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