Afternoon melancholy

Some days
darkness comes close
and makes a circle
around me
so I cannot move
I cannot see any way out
I walk in a cloud
Should I cry?
Tears give me headache
for days
There is nothing else
to do, so I whisper
to myself
expecto patronum
expecto patronum
expecto patronum


Life, it seems to me
is like a ship
it starts as a
paper boat
simple origami
turns at any gust of wind
but then it grows
into a rowing boat
fishing boat
but easier to steer
yet more and more difficult
to turn