My mood’s mistress

 

My mood’s mistress is here again.
With my mood,
She plays a game.
In my heart,
She causes pain.
In my brain,
A sense of doom.
In my pant,
A gloomy red.
I stand or sit,
At her beck.
But only for
A time so short.
Until she lends my mood
Back to me.
Then the sun will rise again,
And the pain will ease away.
Then the moon will deeply sink,
And this gloom will fade away.

 

 

©Aweni

Image credit: Olga Ekaterincheva

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