When I Am Here In My Low Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When I am are in my low
With my eyes in cloudy blue
And the tears from them flow
So my hope is short and through
And each day seems in dark near
Filled with shadows that surround
With a troubled heart in fear
As it goes on with its pound
When everything is feeling small
In my troubled days ahead
With walls impossible tall
And every emotion down and dead
When the times here go rough
In their instances down and out
Every hour seems like a bluff
Without excitements here about
When my heart's in troubled stairways
Empty gloss only shading grays

Come here then and bring me through
Let my love again reach sky
Come to be and shine on too
Anything that passes here by
Fill my unfilled woes with glowing
Heart of optimistic sine…

(To be continued)