Lately, everything seems so very bleak.
I keep telling myself,”it will be better next week.”
But, the weeks drag by,
They seem to only get worse.
Things will be better next month.
They have to be!
There not, of course.
The sun is out!
The rain has stopped!
I’ll feel better now, for sure.
But, even the suns magic,
Didn’t bring the cure.
I’m still lingering here, somewhere between the lines of purgatory, and hell.
How long I’ll dwell here this time,
Only time will tell.
So lonely, floating around depressions empty sea.
Please, enough already!
It’s time to set me free!