S.A.D.

S.A.D.

A Poem by the tipsy writer

I won’t write to please you.

I won’t even write to please myself.

(Though’ I hope I do).

I’ll write to get it all out of my head.

Ramblings of a mad woman-

Whose also anxious, neurotic…

Sometimes depressed.

Especially when winter hits.

Doctor told me to get a lamp.

A SAD lamp. Ha! 

How fitting. 

Seasonal Affective Disorder?

The winter blues?

More like unlucky genetics…

From my mother’s side.

My father’s too.

I was fucked over at birth…

At least I have sad little poems

To pour my heart …

My soul…

(Or lack thereof)

Into. Making sense of me.

It’s nonsense to believe,

I’m putting things of value 

Into written words.

That form a picture 

Of a SAD person.

Living with a SAD lamp.

Getting through SAD times.

Waiting for the sun.

Bright rays that bring bright days.

And happy words.

Inspirational words.

Now all I have is this

Ho-hum, 

SAD little poem.

© 2022 the tipsy writer


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Added on February 15, 2022
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