The Pale Man he sits and stares
The Pale Man with a cold scolding glare
The Pale Man he does not smile
The Pale Man his life unfair.
The Frail Man he’s grown so thin
The Frail Man with cracked skin
The Frail Man he does not smile
The Frail Man drenched in sin.
The Lonely Man does repair and mend
The Lonely Man never wants to offend
The Frail Man always with a smile
The Lonely Man only wanted a friend.
Three strong kings for the world to see, but the only people who know are you and me.
Today was much like any other, shifting moods akin to that of the wind were once again present, but there was a distinct difference in their potency. What would normally have brought me to my knees was nothing more than an annoyance, it would seem I’ve not got the energy to be upset anymore.
It’s a strange feeling, like being sat in tepid waters waiting for them to rise but they never do.
Even amongst all the dark thoughts there is that one that keeps me here. Though I wouldn’t ever admit it in spoken word it is still there regardless, it keeps me safe, it keeps me sane. Perhaps this is acceptance or maybe it’s just the last good day, I’m sure time will reveal which it is.