With a tentative smile
And a hope for friendly memories
I make another stuttering return
I'd intended to take a few days
To rest my aching brain
I hadn't intended to stay
Then several weeks slipped away

I just hit one of those times
When life is the colour of rain clouds
And people keep asking if I'm alright
To which I replied that of course I am
When of course, I wasn't alright at all
But hell, I've been here before
And no-one else can help
So why **** them off too
And now here I am again
Fighting my way back
Because I know no other way

                                       By Phil Roberts