Caught within depression’s curse,
Blue days, black nights, make it worse,
Sinister, a cloud of doom,
I’m forced inside its murky room,
Wretched with a foul decay,
No chance for me to have my say,
A stench no one would care to breathe,
Blue days, black nights, no reprieve,
And yet I fight to stay alive,
Blue days, black nights, make me strive,
For every shard of joy that lands,
Within my weather beaten hands,
And lifts my eyes towards a light,
That slivers in the dead of fright,
And stands against the morbid clutch,
Blue days, black nights, feel my touch,
And pull me to another place,
Blue days, black nights, out of space,
Where curses do not dictate time,
Nor choose the reason of my rhyme,
Where I am free to walk my path,
Not crippled by the aftermath,
Of manic dreams and bleak remains,
Blue days, black nights, no more pains,
To punish me on endless roads,
Blue days, black nights, sunken loads,
That fracture madness of the mind,
Perpetuating truth unkind,
But I know there are hidden perks,
Amongst the woe where chaos lurks,
Some gems that I intend to use,
Blue days, black nights, poet’s muse,
Caught within depression’s curse,
Blue days, black nights, I’ve seen worse,
Sinister, but nothing new,
A piece of gum beneath my shoe,
That melts eventually in time,
And offers me a chance to rhyme,
To rid my soul of all the sad,
Blue days, black nights, not so bad.
© The Complicated Bunny – 28 Jul 2022
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