Here they come again
Scheming down the track,
With all the stealth
Of the thief in the night
They’ve been away now for some time
And their absence was not regretted
Like the garrulous , brash guest
Bellicose ,boorish , bombastic , at my modest table.
They come uninvited and unwelcome
Unwanted , but yet l they come
Like spirits from the ethereal world
But carry only calculated misery.
Which saturates the soul
And brings all inspiration to its knees
Eats at the heart of everything
Like a deathly fungus , unrelenting.
The winter blues have come ,
With the faint pallid sunlight arcing low
Across my winter sky’
They come sweeping swiftly beneath my radar
With the streamlined suaveness of the the
Grey cloud coloured stealth bomber.
They tell me I must step out
Of my self before they take the unrelenting grip
I must get out ; and see look at my good fortune
The blessing of good health.
But I’m falling , feeling weary ;
And they’re coming searing down that track
They know so well
To that last terminal in my brain.
Scheming with their pretentious stealth
With all the charm of the thief in the night..