Those Maudlin Days No More
Maudlin days can bury mind and flesh, and
in moist hallowed ground we find a leveling,
darkness like a veil may cloud our sight,
turn day to night,
for the want of light somewhere to be found.
So often I’m lost in thoughts
that slide down tracks to darker past,
feelings and experience in rising manifest of sorts,
to awaken a gloom or memory we hold,
and over and over again we suffer its wrath.
Damn my wandering mind,
stealing time and revisiting those pains I deplore,
tucked away in some store of worth,
when they hold no advantage at all,
and need be set free.
Yet maudlin days may come and go,
remind me of my bad reviews
and the follies of my past, I choose,
stacked high in the aftermath of time,
like an echo they seem to rhyme and implore me.
I’ve learned to ignore their plea,
not take that path to past, but instead,
remind myself of halcyon days,
knowing there’s a better way to think,
let darkness fly and keep the sun,
a link to my survival.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Those darker days do have a way of creeping back into memory. It is frustrating when the mind wanders at will. Keep sunshine in your heart, Tony. Very well expressed verse.
Glad you enjoyed the thoughts Phyllis, cheers!