Gazing at the moon.
I'm not sure if it's cheating to post other people's works in this thread! My great uncle wrote me a poem when I confided in him about my mental health problems. I thought it was lovely and was touched when I felt really alone.
I sit and gaze at the constant moon,
And wonder why I canít be constant too,
My mood seems to change from day to day,
There are times when I feel downright blue.
Iím finding life hard, itís wearing me down,
ďLifeís wearing me smooth down to the boneĒ,
I chat to my dear friends for some comfort,
And I hope it doesnít sound like a moan.
I never really thought what my life would be like,
Guess I thought things would just go my way,
But Iíve found so many hazards to get around,
Sometimes I struggle to get through the day.
Iíve been told Iíve got too many tabs open,
That Iíve got to close some down, real soon,
Well, I promise you that Iím doing my very, very best,
And Iím desperately hanging on to my last spoon!