From Manic. . . .
When the darkness comes creeping
In over the corners of your mind
and you “know” no one can help you
No matter how kind.
The empty darkness rolls in
Like fog over a moor
and your unhappiness rises
Like an angry drunk up off the floor
Questions keep you up at night
and you have no strength to fight
Just an empty longing deep inside
For the returning of the light.
Mark Catlin 2014