POETIC BLUES

POETIC BLUES
Poetic blues a fact in the heart which can not be deny as this very moment
It comes and goes but one thing for sure… when it is here it makes itself known
The fact that I can not sleep or eat is the signs of it making way
Poetic blues is the bluest of all blues… a low point of the heart and mind
It’s not something you can control or wish away
Just turn on the radio and find all the mellow mood blues you can and listen deeply
The cry of the heart which can not be heard by others… only stir of echoes within
All you can think about is being alone and working through the thick of its worst bite
Pulling away is like trying to free your self from quick sand… feet touching the bottom of endless pit
Poetic blues is the bluest of all blues… a low point of the heart and mind
A day that rain washes you clean mentally… and the wind blows your soul to another place in time
Love is the one thing that may heal the hurt of loneliness yet it is nowhere in sight
Put me in on a deserted island or place me within a spacecraft and let me drift through space alone… my thoughts and I
Leave me to myself to figure out this point in my life… these poetic blues
Poetic blues is the bluest of all blues… a low point of the heart and mind