My Laundry

All my filth is in the wash
It won’t be long when my life will be clean
A clean world of hope, love and understanding
A clean world with no bitterness and no hurt.

I have beaten the misery and depression that suppresses me
That makes me see myself as a failure
I have fought and fought the dark, dark blues
The dark blues that puts me in the dark
Like a wingless lark without a spark of life

Not even a spark of strife.

I smell the scent of freedom,
it is pure and clean
Clean as the new white sheets,
spread out on an old bed
Clean as the innocence of a child

Unlike the ways of the wild
I have buried the bitter blues
The blues that brought me nothing but
dark sadness and an inner torture
An ugliness of harsh depression

A stress that rocks modern fashion
It likes to strut or swindle about
in a rather mocking manner

There is no banner
Just an inner darkness
That is easily obtained
But from now it shall
be defamed

The filth is gone

There will be no more sad songs
Those dark blue songs that stole
the vivacity of life, the ways to strife

All the filth is gone

I am no longer in the wash
I am now clean and dry
I am now a whole new person.

I am the laundry that leapt out of the blues
Into clean, comfortable and brand new shoes.