I take my meds
To clear my head
But, my sadness lingers
As I sit upon, my dozy bed

I progress to stay ahead
Of the active dead
But, my joy declines
As I push through, the heavy dread

What shall I do, to remove the fright?
That makes me gripe
Where’s the joy that keeps me well?
As I walk obscurity toward the light

Like a woodpecker in the early morning
Triggering my drowsy moaning
I’m feeling morose and unresponsive
As I travel this lone road of loathing

Loathing visits me, more often than not
Purging my joyous thoughts
Like a infinite bully
Waiting nearby to seize my heart