Hide the sun, it hurts!
The darkness inside recoils
But I need to weep
The black cloud within
Shows as a dark mood without
Manic Depression
To a Collector
It's more than a bit of change
It's Famine Relief
Change? as good as Rest?
Redecorated today
But I'm exhausted!
I wish I could sleep!
Why does my brain torment me
By remembering?
My mind writes music
that my body longs to play
Curse my dumb fingers
Blue is sea or sky
Or woodland blossoms in spring
Sadly, I am blue
I don't like the News
Death, bombs, war and disaster
Good things happen too!
