Mood Swings Poem by Joan Marques

Mood swings are
Like bittersweet stings
Drugging you
With thoughts
That you want to push away
But that just stay
When you least need them
Interesting organ,
The heart
Symbol of feelings and life
Sometimes used
Like a revolving door
By those who come and go
And don't care any more
Than the tapping
Of restless fingers
On a stuffy table
Roller coaster ride
Ever changing tide
Mood swings are
Like bittersweet stings