Submissions by LefttoWrite

When arms are heavy and legs are like lead,
and reasons all vanish on why to leave bed.
When moods are all valleys and thoughts have no peak,
when fathers of sons say ‘man up and don’t speak’.
When that voice can’t be silenced, and the mind turns to fog,
and the only one left is that heavy black dog,
that sits on your back like a vicious dead weight,
as you try to speak out, but the words won’t escape.
(Guess it’s true what they say, ‘men can’t communicate.’)
But through darkness there beams still a slither of light, a reason to stand and an ounce...