Cerulean Blue

       My mood is Melancholy at best
There’s no words I can use to describe
There’s nothing a Psychiatrist can treat
And no medication a Doctor can prescribe

I know with the comfort of Jesus
That eventually I’ll be okay
I’m where I am in the moment
And for the moment it’s where I’ll stay

We’ve all been there before
Caught in a spiral of everything wrong
Like being in the middle of Summer
But the wind whispers in a cold song

The summer breeze that is meant
To bring you relief from the searing heat
Turns into an Arctic chill that freezes your
Thoughts and sends a message of defeat

The Sun hides behind the clouds though
Its light is still within your view
The sky isn’t dark & grey but more like
In a witch’s tale described as Cerulean Blue

Written By:Charles Kean
07/09/2025