merkuriusupplevelsen

Irish green and sadly blue,
the week of hell has gone through.
To fall asleep has never felt as right,
as that one time, that splendid night.
Got this urge to surpress,
nothing to do. It's all a mess.
To share ones pot of gold is hard,
but nothing worse than to see it all.
Please I don't want to make that choice,
it's all too painful to appose.