By Elizabeth Nudo
It’s only the blues
But didn’t she give you chills
Lifeless eyes, sunken and blackened.
My glow is dim and my piano waits for my magical fingertips
To grace its teeth once again.
Many months since I felt a spark
My bad, I should have given you clues
About my sudden sadness,
It came out of nowhere.
Some would say out of the blue
It lingered in my molecules
Until it surfaced and hit me hard
Kept me down on the mattress.
But they say she’s such a mess
Must be the drinks making her hazy.
But my lips never touched a glass.
I’m up against heavy rain clouds
That crowd any potential joy
And soak up any sun left in my soul.
She’s wasting precious time with all her whines
Now she’s playing it coy refusing to explain her gloom
She’s single, so it’s no surprise she won’t leave her room
Really? Is that why she’s missing her calendar and all its glory
With countless important dates not involving any groom
Enter my psyche and see how you do
Will it drown out your laughter and make you turn away?
You want to know how I feel and uncover the truth?
Push aside your cynical view and wait until it comes for you.
Copyright© 2020 by Elizabeth Nudo
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