Well, if you have kept up with me, you know I have these Heap Trip attacks every now and then (mostly NOW than then) and I don't get much work down on my blogs. I turn into a blob of emotional instability, which sometimes can be a bit scary to me and my friends. But no, worries. My friends seem to understand that every now and then Jekyll's gotta let the Hyde guy take charge. I bounce back pretty fast. THIS time I even got a bit of a poem out of it. See? Even the worst of times can get you something.
Five in the Morning
It's been a weird night. Full of black things.
You think everything is going along alright
and then all of a sudden they're not.
Early morning has its ways with you.
Those ways aren't always kind, congenial ways . . .
But you know how to ride it out, shake it off.
Soon the darkest morning will dry itself out,
the sun will smile up a dawn full of birds . . .
happy, contented birds that have no reason
to ever sing out of tune. And we all know
a tune must never be unpleasant.
Woodie o4-1o-15
Five in the Morning
Five
in the morning and I'm not yet
feeling
the need to sleep. But that’s okay. It's been a weird night. Full of black things.
You think everything is going along alright
and then all of a sudden they're not.
Early morning has its ways with you.
Those ways aren't always kind, congenial ways . . .
But you know how to ride it out, shake it off.
Soon the darkest morning will dry itself out,
the sun will smile up a dawn full of birds . . .
happy, contented birds that have no reason
to ever sing out of tune. And we all know
a tune must never be unpleasant.
Woodie o4-1o-15
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