I’m never overtaken with goodness,
It’s only so with sadness
Consuming thoughts and emotional mulch,
A dismal sort of madness.
My movements slow and purposeful,
No joy to hurry pace
And even lifting eyes from ground
The effort shows in face.
This pool of sadness, deep in mind
Why do I tarry there?
I know the path that leads away
From tears besodden lair.
Why must I fight within myself
To keep from feeling low
Trying to shield my happy thoughts
From sorrow’s heavy blow.
I find a brighter path to walk
Away from woeful pit
Yet tricky maps within my mind
All roads lead back to it.
I yearn to drink Nepenthe’s cup
And banish sorrow’s grip
And travel life’s more sunny trails
Till next time mind does slip.
By James Geehring
From: United States
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