Mind a d r i f t
eyes downcast
drowning in darkness
bewitched by the past
He wished he could picture
sunnier days
unclouded by woeful,
perpetual haze
But a lighthearted life
wasn’t for him
His heart was blackened,
broken,
grim
He heaved a deep s i g h
and looked over at Pooh
and asked, “Why can’t I just
be happy
like you?”
