The Empty Bag

Went down into the forest
to empty my bag of blues.

Shined a light on the bruise
all the hues.
Paid my dues.

Sang the chorus
from head
to shoes.

No one saw.
No one came.
I didn’t have to choose.

Just cruised
past the tranquil views.
My muse.

Walked the loam.
Free to roam.
Took the empty bag home.