I cry. That’s how I cope.
When I feel all is lost and there’s no hope.
It doesn’t matter what the surrounding is,
I feel like I’m stuck in an incessant abyss.
Your people drift away,
You realize that you really don’t have any say.
That person, you thought, your love, come true,
Is but another form of Monday blue.
Speak of it, to feel better, you must
To begin a new quest, it is the only thrust.
Of lighter hearts and lovely people,
Trust your instincts, don’t be frugal.
Permutations of humor, beauty and sound mind,
Begin anew, these treasures you’ll find.