Hello, people. The following is a thought that just seeped into my head one day and was left unfinished. The background for the thought is that I have spent the past three years neglecting myself while I tend to obligations that I take on for others, dealing with some major depression, and realizing that every little joy that enters my life and makes me want to sing, is followed by something that is worse yet than the worst of the bad already experienced. It has made me leery--bordering on suspicious-- of happiness.
Punch drunk?
I stare at these words and know not where to take them. Maybe someone else can find a natural place for them--include them or twist them or even just take a line from them:


clouds of stale euphoria
gather above my head
as the storm brews
oppressive with the electrical weight
and hum
of loss and regret