More melancholy musings.

I've written another lugubrious lyric that may cause you, dear readers, to whine and shout, "Enough already! You are depressed, we get it!" There is a silver lining in this writ of woe. Early this morning, when I wrote the following, I was in blueberry haze. Most probably because I needed to go to sleep. However, I wrote this poem, and the act of creation actually lifted my mood. So while it may be a sloppy slough of sauce, it was good for me.

In My Head

Anxious, angst-ridden guilt
My blood.
Every heartbeat,
Beats me
Down, down, down.
I drown in sorrow.
Self-pity's sigh I cry,
Why?
No answer but the rustle
Of thought
Caught in emotional winds.
Blowing out the twinkle
In my blue eyes.