Dancing With Those Depressing Blues
Dancing With Those Depressing Blues
There are times that I do not speak
spirit low and my body weak;
times that life knocks me all about,
silence helps me figure it out.
There are times grief sends its deep hits
sorrows cast me into sad fits;
weeks when aching blues loom so large,
and darkness arrives to take charge.
There are times all color is black
shadows come to spirit attack;
times when heart cries and sinks so low,
joy dies and I just want to go.
There are times, dark days no birds sing
only way is end everything;
times that life seems lost and so dark,
life and reality's pain stark.
There are times, that hellish storm wins
feel numb and can not see my friends;
times hope appears to fly away,
no relief despite prayers I say.
There are times that I do not speak
spirit low and my body weak;
times that life knocks me all about,
silence helps me figure it out.
R.J. Lindley,
Rhyme, 1979
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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