Ok, Old Aine, here's another one....

Mood Swings

Happiness....

He stands before the audience
Reciting scattered rhymes
Leaning into the microphone
And his heart beating in time
A smile grows upon his face
As he steps back to his chair
His cheeks are glowing red
In the artificial glare
Nothing can ruin this day
Nothing can kill this joy
Nothing can bring him tears
For life is to be enjoyed

Anger....

Now he drives that empty road
Heading towards his home
The cold wind beats his face
And his mind begins to roam
Heat flows through his veins
As the anger rises to his head
Frozen fingers grip his skull
And he feels the ire spread
Nothing can bring him peace
Nothing can silence his screams
Nothing can ease the hatred
As he watches his headlights gleam

Sadness....

He steps into his sleeping house
And heads for his empty bed
Calling the three dogs to him
With a voice as broken as the dead
He lies alone upon the mattress
Tears float easliy to his eyes
As he feels a weight upon his back
And his body jolts with his cries
Nothing can make him laugh
Nothing can ease his pain
Nothing can make him smile
As he hears the splattering rain

Happiness....

He sits on his front porch
Laughing with the wind.......

Nathan Tompkins