Severe To Mild.
I have my good days, I have my bad,
Sadly, what a depressing month I’ve had.
I’d not seen my Doc for a while-
Perhaps he had new meds on phial?
So the good Doctor changed my medication
And my mind went off on a three-week vacation.
I’m happy to know my moods have improved
But throughout the trial my mind felt… removed.
So I asked the Doc to halve the dose
Knowing it would leave us both morose.
It pains me, but being human means being able to feel
And a half-life spent numbly fogged up holds no appeal.
The Man In The Mirror.
It’s winter and I’m of melancholy air,
Summer, months away leaves me in despair,
Cold indifference abounds, no-one seems to care,
Yes, I know, no-one said life was fair.
The Good Book leaves me painfully aware
That God doesn’t think I’m worth a prayer,
Every night is a dark sleepless nightmare,
A sunny morning countenance, all too rare.
I stand before the bathroom mirror and stare,
Reflecting back is a madman’s maniacal glare,
See the troubled eyes, the twisted tousled hair-
Don’t we two make an unprepossesing pair?
Yet our problems are mine alone to share,
And that depressing bastard isn’t going anywhere,
My fear is if he stays I’ll go completely spare-
Please change the mirror, I don’t care to see him there.