Monday, August 29, 2011
Depression
Greif’s darkness falls
Like a curtain
Over my wounded eyes
No light
No succor
Stumbling blind
Through darkened wilderness
No joy
No warmth
Only enveloping gloom
I feign cry out
My voice is stilled
Becalmed in oppressive ooze
My wick quenched
My flame extinguished
Such is my want
Such is my desire
Dark corrosive specter
Searing Agony
That defiles my heart
Weary and wasted
I lie in clover
Scent playing my nostrils
Sweat perfume of life
In the sulfur stench of misery
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