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Depression Poem
Rothya James
For so long now
I’ve nourished a thought
too distraught
to relay
or betray
with myself
what ought not be
so revealing
and if that thought
remains dominant
I’ll be despondent
in the moods of my nature
the nomenclature of things
are so redundant
just a bushel of laughs
passel of tears
a tisk
task
batch of fears
some miles of glory
and a string of years
© Rothya James Patterson
Poems
Meeting Elton John for the first time. Rothya James writes mystery novels and resides in Texas. Read more about his exciting past now!
Wish I had a nickle for all I've never done I'd rake up the money and give it to a fund Wish I had a dime for all the things I did I'd take that money show people how to live Wish I had paradise at the drop of a hat Wish I hit life's curveballs with a gold plated bat Wish I had the good times and none of the blues Wish the world was all good friends and everything was cool Wish I had a tight squeeze to leave the porch light on Wish I'd see that smile of yours each morning with the dawn Wish I had a real wish a wish that could come true The wish to wish one wish and I'd wish that wish for you © Rothya James
