Rocking’ the Blues
I’ve felt alone,
An empty vessel,
Cobalt blue,
Quietly dripping in my veins.
A desert in front of me,
An ocean behind,
No where to run,
No where to hide.
My smile a facade,
I conceal my feelings,
I don’t dare to risk,
A tragedy of humanity.
I’ve lost the fight,
The urgency,
To just be me,
To exalt, enjoy.
To frolic like a child,
Make snow angels,
Ignore antagonists,
Lavish in living.
It too shall return,
Melancholy will retire,
I shall overcome,
Just not today.
About the Creator
Gregory Dolan Dies
I’ve been around the block a time or two but due to a bad left hip I never get far, I just keep walking in circles. I’m an old rusty merry-go-round that will leave you cut and in stitches.
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