Deflated, deflated and vaguely
irritated
At my completely lacklustre
mood.
Nothing is ‘wrong’ yet nothing
is right,
Darkness is starting to brood.
I don’t like this feeling that’s
slowly creeping further into my psyche.
Preying on my gaiety, honing on
the joviality,
Staining and bleaching the
brightness,
Until they are dreary
and heavy
and lethargic
and dull.
Part of me surrenders to the gloom,
Relishing the self-wallowing,
self-pitying state of boredom.
Selfishness avails in this
castaway psychological island.
Dark clouds constantly loom
above.
Sadness leads to madness and
makes you feel drabness.
Ride the crest of these choppy
waves until the storm passes.
Once the sea has settled, set
your anchor and let the breeze comb your hair.
Stillness. Peaceful.
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