Moodswing

Drained & despairing, oh what a week

Feeling like an unwanted & dusty antique

An early night beckons, it’s rest that I seek

Going through the mill, yes things are bleak.

But I’ll summon the strength to get ready for bed

A sound night’s sleep will be good for my head

Dreaming little dreams where I’m happy instead

Or maybe nightmares of death & bloodshed.

I light myself a candle for me & me alone

Since I’m tired & blue & all on my own

The dancing flame soothes me like giving a dog a bone

I’m just having a moodswing, to which I am prone.