a girl from old erin's isle
said to the troll with a smile
come fill my glass
and call me your lass
and rest 'tween my breasts for a while

the war invades my thoughts this morning
even though i will it not to...
i try to play the ostrich
but cannot

i try to place my thoughts
on the positive
on the mundane
but cannot

i listen to lovely music
i think on beautiful things
i try to focus on anything else
but i cannot

but i must
i cannot allow myself
to be sucked in to the maelstrom
i cannot
i must not
i will not

Depression
It covers my mind
As the snow covers the ground

Nothing seems to evade it
Nothing seems to be growing

And yet
Under the snow
Life waits

Bulbs planted last fall
Wait for warm
Wait for moisture
Wait to spring forth

Yet
Does that matter
Will the mind
Also renew

Will new life
Spring from so long forgotten
Thought
Some seed of truth left long ago

I wonder
But I suppose that very act
The wonder
Implies
That it might be true

while looking for just the right gene
to make all the little girls lean
they made a mistake
and o goodness sake
the result was truly obscene