Restoration State
When Ms
Melancholy runs towards me on a winter’s morn
The
greaves of my sorrows tear open and I mourn
She
embraces me with relish but her heat has the bite of a radish
An
emotional grifter that fools me into sadness
Yet I’m
powerless to resist and so I stare once more into my damn abyss
I hate
her yet she is too my muse that I could miss
A
kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions that wrench my world
Thoughts
of mortality and seeing nothingness, the rise of nihilistic turmoil
I know
they are the altruistic, bad and priss, demons of evil machination’s hiss
Self-pity
too I decry, a momentary weakness
Do I have
to become an emotional pauper to stop these tumbles?
Within
the cavernous abyss there is no bliss
And so
the dawn climbs as desperation opines in my mind
That
center of feeling also the core of emotional healing
It can’t
change anyone’s reality
It can
raise attitude until the abyss is only a mist and your sun shines valiantly
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