blue

Lost and found all at the same time
With sounds of past
And winters future
On repeat inside,
(Please can you Delete (me), you sigh.

Pleasure elicited from thought
Brought suffering as loss and longing
Painted firm brush-strokes across
Your down-turned face,
Until Blue described your mood, aptly.

Distractedly stranded in Norweigan Wood,
Isolated, and questioning
Your own effectiveness
As a human being;
Were magical dreams made to be broken
Before you'd even spoken them?

But please don't moan!
A tear is formed for shedding and
Leaving a clear eye behind,
It's silver trails like slugs
In a tracked race down your neck, and
Away from the remnants of your bleak distress.

And a blue you chugs onwards
Slowly, towards the light at the end
And still later (stationary) on a train
You tug at your Blue, struggling
With a wayward brain:

It's a hard and vicious fight
On the commute home from work
Each anger-fuelled night.

There was a ring and it was Blue baby,
One day I asked if it was a mood
Ring - 'Sarcastic Fucker' was your reply.