Doldrums

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Doldrums

The dark dog doldrums
Creep again upon me.
The shortness of the days
Made more than the sky gray.
Cold crisp air cast in the heart,
Where I thought lived love.
It's just darkness unsought;
Cold dark gripping,
Release can't be seen.
Is this life that I'm living
Not worthy of age?
Did the stage curtain close
Crash down on my head?
These strong mental caverns,
Dark, lonely, unsaid.
Life force once given,
Now yielding dread.

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