A glitch in the system.
A hormone releases.
Enveloping sadness
Secretes, verging madness.
Despondent dejection,
A subtle intrusion,
Appears undetected
Obscured and restricted.
A muted, dull tide
Rises slow in succession
Until the god-child
Is awoken and puzzled.
"The source of this gloom
remains hidden from me."
Reflexively Mind guts
the archives of memory.
Backwardly clambering,
Searching for clarity.
Not forgetful, unforgiving
Mind uncovers all past erring.
A mistep in dancing,
Regrets proving fancy.
A toil in vain,
A shipwreck of shame.
Personality, jealously
Rivalry, negligence.
With a glance at the past
Melancholy's explained
By a fear that the god-child
Will foible again.
An organic malfunction,
Lies deeply embedded
Within the strange folds
Of biological credit.
Disappearing as quickly
As it came to existence
It slips away silently,
Carefully reticent.
Mind, secretion has ended
The clouds have dispelled.
There's no need to expound
On these memories found.
But the Mind keeps
Explaining,
Indicting, and
Claiming.
'Til out of whole cloth
A depression is gaining-
Momentum and strength
And perversion and greed!
The god-child is crestfallen,
For she simply agreed.
