Down on my uppers
With the feeling of a quickening in the hours
evening seemed to arrive sooner and darker than usual.
Being in the state I was in it wasn't long before I became lost
in troublesome streets
continuing to grieve over your creation of my loneliness.
adding to this all round feeling of woe
the heavy unforgiveable downpour
that even the deepest and most sincere of prayers
could do nothing to bring about its cessation
and despite all the currency of these tears I was shedding
none had enough self pitying value in them
to pay for at least one cloud broken uplifting smile
from the Moon