Low Poem by Paul Warren

Where do I go when I'm feeling low
When the world just needs to go slow
The blues sometimes will bite back
To make you scream in such a useless hack

Surely there is peace and quiet to be done
Without it all unravelling without peace come
In unguarded moments when you are stripped bare
Is there more to it than everyone just standing to stare

Is there a penance that I need to serve
In a world where forgiving yourself is absurd
Churchill called it the black dog in his curse
And while you are in its clutches it seems worse.

© Paul Warren Poetry