Many thoughts have made me decide
My mind is like a sea:
It ebbs and flows with mulling tide,
A horrid place to be.
Depressive waves come crashing down,
And angry winds do blow.
These impact on my verbs and nouns,
And drag my thoughts below.
And so the shrinks descend on me
With drugs and fangled notions.
They set sail on PhDs,
To ride the stormy oceans.
Sunlight bounces weakly off
The deep and dismal water.
The evil creatures they do scoff
At happiness’s slaughter.
These evils deeply they do dwell,
Far away from air.
Casting dirty evil spells
Making me despair.
Sometimes though, the clouds do part,
And let me glimpse the sun.
A ray of hope does strike my heart,
Maybe I have won.
As soon as I have thought this thought
The vicious wind returns.
With darkness once more I am fraught,
The murky waters churn.
Were it not for times of light,
My happy thoughts might drown.
For these moments I will fight
To keep myself around.
Something I wrote when I was paranoid and psychotic. Excuse the simple rhyme scheme, it came simply to deranged me.