Uncovering the Hidden Triggers Behind Moments of Overwhelming Sadness
I play this in moments of overwhelming sadness
to give me energy for my rechargeable battery’s battered flatness.
Take them with a pinch of salt on my daily dish
while wallowing in it ‘cos it’s a life-long playlist death wish.
Lighten up and see the light.
See all things dark and make them black.
Like both and go with either, or take either and both for a breather?
In moments of overwhelming sadness, it’s black ‘n’ white
while daytime’s vivid colours have a stroke of moonlight heart attack.
So, why live? Why write?
The first question is easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy because it’s maniacal fun.
The second is a mix of WB Yeats things: the need to think and the need to act and fight.
Anyway, as yet, I’ m not John Donne.




