The Great Depression and Halloween
Sometimes a great depression rises up from with in my being And whatever light I possessed is swept away in endless waves of dark shadows Until my heart feels hollow and empty As if the spring will never come and my heart will never care enough to love again My God even the light hath forsaken me or I unwittingly have forsaken the light I know not which casts me into this chemical imbalance but the lesson is learned All men are not created equal and there's nothing I can do about that But fight on against my ancient enemies Like a blind man crossing the freeway on foot P.S. This halloween I'll go as myself.Beleave me that's scary enough!
Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013
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