Monday, March 30, 2015


Staring into the maw of the beast
Brain feels black and blue
Battered by misery
The sorrowful ghosts of mental anguish
Visit my soul and creep
Up and up and through and through
Into my mind
I mind
I don't like this wrenching
Happiness sublimated by woe betide me
Oh black inky depths swarming
Encircling my light
Leaving me bereft of reason
A twitching aching sobbing man
Eyes narrow
Looking into the vast eternity
Where my fate lies
As I wander through the valley
Of my dying days
No fight in me
Despair wins this round

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