The dark moon rises over the ocean
Like the foreboding clouds cover my hometown
Like the dark fog covers my mind.
An eerie mist lightly drifts
Over the corners of my imagination
Blocking out my creative sensations
Stealing away all my joy.
I fight it with a smile and a nervous laugh
Though I’m not sure how much longer I can fight back
These thoughts that keep pushing through
Sometimes feel like more than the blues.