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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