more . . .

more . . . .

at times our moods are melancholic

as we emulate the alcoholic

excessive drinking of it’s elixir

seeking that elusive fixer

that will set our lives aright

yet we cloak our sunshine in the night

trying our best but to forget

yet dysfunction lives within us yet

we seek a friend for a pity party

but most folks live a life to hearty

when all we wish to lose is sorrow

they tell us that there’s always the ‘morrow

how does one fix this mind place

as we run this human race

indifferent people can not see

in light of darkness most would flee

at times it’s hard when one Empaths

the misery of a world that haths

all the answers to help each other

are not we all sisters and brothers

yes this is sad but write i shall

for our souls have so much more to tell

i dream of joys and goodness’ touch

and i know i and we have so much . . .

more . . . .

(c) 4 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.