For People Like Me, Mood is Mode

For people like me, mood is mode.
The room is dark, so I'm unhappy.

I think people talk too much, so I won't listen.
The hallway is empty, so no one is coming.
That kind of thing, but not so casual.

It's not really menacing, but the prospects are bleak.
No comets in Russia forebode quick endings.
Humanity, you and I, will slog along
Through whatever we have to
Without making things much better.

The traffic light's broken; the wind is on the rise.
Summer is coming, they say.
But the ducks are endangered.
The meadow is littered
With something I can't describe.

If someone took me out, I'd be ok,
Until I got back home.
I am listening to myself,
Wondering to myself:
Do I want to hear this again?

This one seems darker than most of your other work. A good read though.

Les

Les,

I agree about the darkness. I don't usually even write stuff this dark, but I thought I should post it because there are a few lines in it worth preserving.

Thanks for visiting,

Peter