This is the first poem I wrote while I was at St. Vincent’s Hospital in New York City
This strange black mood is so hard to explain
I’m in it for days and here I remain
Everything seems so dark and dreary
My heart is heavy alone and weary
I feel so tired, exhausted and bruised
For my heart hurts and I feel abused
The stretch ahead appears too long
And in my mind everything is wrong
It’s so horrible to feel this way
Is it for my sins I must pay
Oh Lord it’s getting so very dark
I’m sinking deep and losing heart
If I am paying for wrongs that I’ve done
Please let it pass for I have no where to run
Have something good happen today or tomorrow
So I will be able to get out of this sorrow
I need so desperately peace of mind
To feel again well and fine
Life is arduous as it must be
In this black mood it’s impossible for me
So I pray above to you whomever
To take away this mood forever
By Estelle P. Shrum