Poetic inspiration glistening
On the horizon of a troubled mind –
She shuts it out. She is not listening.
In her state of depression, she’s resigned
To being uninspired. Darkness descends.
She doesn’t want to pretend there is hope
When there is none. She doesn’t trust her friends -
And family is worse. She cannot cope
And just can’t see a future any more.
Each day is a fresh battle to survive,
And she knows that she’ll never win the war.
She’s lost her motivation and sex drive.
Her monthly haemorrhage is nearly due.
She wishes for an early menopause.
Sure, she’d have loved a baby – women do –
But God is good at small print, and a clause
Was slipped into her contract from the start.
The NHS just watch her fall apart.