naggin little
melancholy
nibblin at my day
left a hole
that slit my soul
and drained my
hope away
heaven knows
joy comes and goes
who could tell me why?
heaven knows
the river flows
and sometimes
it ebbs dry
day by day
waves slap shore
earth spins round the sun
fill your cup
when joy erupts
soon it will
be gone
Richard W. Bray
Tags: cycle, depression, joy, melancholy, moods, Poetry, streams
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