A cloak of ennui
Tries to settle
On my shoulders
I shrug, repeatedly
The poets’ old friend Melancholia is in the room
I bet there is some laudanum
Hidden in those capacious folds
Gives me a nod and a wink
Conjures up images of dissolute wastrels
Scrawling desperate verses in squalid
Indifference
Easy to succumb to those tempting prompts
But easier still to open the door and say
“Stay if you want, I’m going out for a walk”
David Trudel © 2012
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I love your answer to the melancholia;)
Thanks – it took a long time but I finally realized that attitude and behaviour are the only things we have real control over. I choose positive energy!