the blues.

they call it the blues;

everything is fluid - 

you never really touch, connect,

rather pass through in a haze;

drowning in deep water for days -

whole oceans of acidic tears,

corrosive to any good intentions.

feeling defeated; dejected;

dead to the heat of the sun

and the smell of the flowers

and the smiles of strangers.

Reviews

I'm getting an image of anger and despair. Very nicely done.