Feeling Down, Don’t Know Why

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Feeling down, don’t know why
Heart is cold, feeling nothing
Nothing that can be told
Or reasoned why
Angry most of all at what I don’t recall.

Then there is my head
My mind it’s telling stories full of dread
It saids there is no way things will be right
Just give up, curl up and sleep
Til late tonight.

That’s when my heart beats up
Pounding, ‘Don’t give up!’
I can make it right, deep breath
The rest will come
Before falling of sweet night.

Listen
Hear things dear to your heart
Let your mind wander but don’t let it start
The bad, the sad or that which will taint
The faint of heart.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Feeling Down, Don’t Know Why

Feeling down, don’t know why
Heart is cold, feeling nothing
Nothing that can be told
Or reasoned why
Angry most of all at what I don’t recall.

Then there is my head
My mind it’s telling stories full of dread
It saids there is no way things will be right
Just give up, curl up and sleep
Til late tonight.

That’s when my heart beats up
Pounding, ‘Don’t give up!’
I can make it right, deep breath
The rest will come
Before falling of sweet night.

Listen
Hear things dear to your heart
Let your mind wander but don’t let it start
The bad, the sad or that which will taint
The faint of heart.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

When The Busyness And Crazies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the busyness and crazies
Go swirling around my head
When the future and past collide
With something full of only dread.

That’s when
I must hollow out a niche
And cuddle there instead.

Cause no one has
Ever heard of chicken soup
To ease the sop
That fills my head.
~ Patrice 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013