The chameleon tale of me
My life’s wayward story
Scribbled on scraps of paper blood
Sinister forces
Lurk behind Obsidian walls of truth
Ever closing in
Sucking air from this lonely room
Bloodshot trails
Failed romances
Futile second chances
I chuckle at the “experts”
Who banter about “Clinical Depression”
My strange but loyal lover
Man made term of hype
I know her as the blues
I’ve always felt her pain
Like standing in the melancholy rain
Whatever……
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010
