Where Melancholy Mingles

I suppose there’s always good reason to cry sadness never has a tough time making friends ominously, this dark acquaintance often approaches lending water for eyes to cry I suppose there's never better time than now to moan grunting and moaning are long lost relatives miserably, feeding off each other dragging stragglers along for the ride to moan I suppose anxiety needs a moment in the sun to worry flipping, tossing, in a cerebral ceremony fidgety anxiously twitching as everyone quickly moves to worry I suppose there's no harm in a little dishonesty to lie while thieves join the party deceptively a terrible tandem of dirty deeds and tendencies to lie I suppose everyone has the ability to struggle with adversity, where melancholy mingles blatantly crying, grunting, and moaning anxiety moves in permanently to struggle and I suppose, there's a heavy dose of negativity to digest mixed with stress continually it may lead to one hell of a nasty mess to ingest © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire