The Retired Bloke

Mood

Hiding away

Like a bug 

Under a rock

It lays there

Away from prying eyes

Invisible, silent

Dormant

Content for the moment

Until it’s awoken

From slumber

It creeps out

When least expected

Gets under the skin

Crawls into reality

Creating turbulence

Wave upon wave

Of sadness and heartache

Of shame and destruction 

An unwanted disruption

To life’s gentle rhythms

Pray go away

My deep dark desperate

Mood! 

 

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Welcome back. That mood can creep upon us all.



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