Therapy

My mind is under the weather

What should I do?

Butterflies flying in my head

Spiders weaving webs of

Dreams and nightmares

Doom and fear

Starve a fever

Feed a cold?

What’s the remedy

For getting old

Or lonely or afraid?

Terminal?

I don’t  think so

A Pill ain’t gonna do it

I’m allergic to smoke

The booze helps for a little while

Until I see your face

Wanting to cry

Wanting to laugh

Telling myself it’s all in the past

Darkness is sunshine

Daybreak is night

And I write.