Darkness swirls like smoke From a stirred up campfire Memories burn bright and falter Snapping in the chilly air With crackles that resemble laughter The sun, a memory of yesterday Shines in other distant places Where hollyhocks grow tall And lilacs scent the morning air Midnight is an all day thing Purchased with a credit card That never makes a payment And notices come postage due Gloom is a song with seven verses And many voices in the choir All with past due statements The Piper is standing at the door With outstretched hand and waiting The cupboard usually is bare And thereβs no chicken in the *** The candle doesnβt make much light And sunset comes at noon The darkness swirls like smoke ljm
Fighting a losing battle with depression - or it is just sadness. Or are they one and the same.