Wallowing In Pity

Time to climb out of that blue grayfunk;

Shuck off the haze that you wear likea shroud.

You've cried enough.

You've died enough.

Time to come back and be part of thecrowd.

 

Sorrow and sadness indeed have theirplace,

And reflection need not be berated.

But weeping and wailing should bothhave a limit.

Crying is so overrated.

 

The anger you felt turned to tears inthe night,

To wake you with eyes caked andgritty.

Time to reflect and get on with yourlife

And stop wallowing in pity.