Muddled thoughts and sour mood,
So unlike for me to brood.
What and why I do not know,
Whilst I wait for it to go.
Twist of fate or slight of hand,
Either one would sure be grand.
To cheer me up and make me smile
Releasing me from this cursed trial.
But alas today it seems to be
Another day without much glee.
Clouds of pitch and torrential rains
Dampen my spirit and fog my brain.
Sure I know this too shall pass
For gloom this dark cannot last.
Until then most sullen I’ll be,
Awaiting the key that sets me free.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~