The mournful mist
hanging like a grey shroud
covering the city
in an eerie dimness
Matches my mood today
as i fight the demons
with their teeth sharp and gleaming
as they take their pound of flesh,
rending my soul as they do
Though i know better when i'm better
in the moment i struggle
fighting the fear and desperation
that mounts like piles of garbage
being picked at by birds
as they circle and whirl at the dump
How to withstand,
how to break from the agony
when the grey clouds linger
and hope fades
into confusion and sadness?
Let this wave pass,
give me some respite
from myself and my torment
as i breathe deep and try to dispel
the ache and regret i know all to well
as i sink slowly
into the gaping jaws of Hell
and find my seat reserved...
12-9-12
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