When melancholia rolls in
like a teasing fog
across my thoughts.
When clouds are painted
in a deep spectrum of grey
and the blue sky is
threatening to tear my day in two.
I let my thoughts blow away.
When low is the only way
my mood will go,
I take myself to the city
where the lights glow.
When polythene fear
clings tightly to my skin
and my weary thoughts
are wearing thin,
I take to the place,
where the electric flow
of fluorescent light sinks in.
I like to watch people
going to and fro,
under the moons
ancient magical glow
I wear a novocaine smile
like my teeth have been pulled,
my mind lulls
my thoughts into sleep,
Empty and dull.
I listen to the call.
The city, she sings to me
to walk her concrete caverns,
feel the pulse race
upon asphalt veins beneath my feet.
To sense the essence
of life that never stalls
When my mind is stood on the brink
of the dark abyss of emptiness.
My thinking is a mess.
My opinions sinking into deep mud,
and I'm feeling stuck.
I let the shine of streetlights guide.
The solid ground be the foundation
to my climb. I put one foot
in front of the other
and let the city welcome me
like a loving mother.
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