A Tad Blue
So, the king asked me, “Why are you looking so sad? You don’t look sick to me. You must be deeply troubled.” Nehemiah 2:2 NLT
“A Tad Blue”
It seems even in the sunshine that I am standing in the rain,
Nothing but rain and the shine, nothing to wash away the pain.
Like the missing pieces of my heart, I feel a tad blue,
It came on suddenly, but in time all the sadness grew.
Feeling a tad blue, hit me full force as with a sledge,
Now, all my fears of feeling blue are up on the edge.
Endless water, like a torn sail, now facing the storm,
Rolling waves, the sea is me. Is this now my forever norm?
Hey, look yonder behind the boundaries, the immense wall,
Haven’t even made it to the top. Dizzy, I am, then came the fall.
Feeling a tad blue, being a thief it is, it stole all my other colors,
Deep within myself, and all alone, so no one can hear me holler.
Feeling the helplessness, the uselessness, it is all so conniving,
Feeling a tad blue, I am not living. I am only merely surviving.
Kurt James © 2022
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