Mood Swing

On our Help Fight Depression campaign.

I am married to mood swing,

The brutal and arrogant ego of wind,

And the religion of stupidity 

That thrives on the illusions of fools.

 

I live on wrinkles and frowns,

Joy comes as often as it goes, 

It resists my grasping writhing fingers,

It forbids me lighting my wick.

 

When I steal a gaze at my wife,

the woman they thrust into my palm,

All I see is my miserableness  

Narrated in her stretch marks.

 

I am married to mood swing,

The curse and soul of humanness 

Death alone can do us part,

And pendulum most merciful!

 

- William Orbih