The Past Is A Blue Note Inside Of Me Poem by DM W

The past is a blue note inside of me
For life's joys have passed me by endlessly.
Black's in fashion for this winter's passion;
So I try to create sonnets & ballads
For the living dead; for the silent ones:
Who never know comfort or happiness.

Some say that time is the great healer.
But what if time is really the disease?
Psychologists speak of learned helplessness.
I can't erase sorrowful memories
And the so called future is a chasm.
The past is a blue note inside of me.