I sit in despair as
fleeting thoughts ravage my mind
knowing there is no mending
for this my tortured soul.
There is no peace that I can find.
I can't sleep, nor can I eat.
My spirit, despondent beyond repair
torments my mind. Feeling obsolete,
I sit on a bed of discouragement
with head in hands and weeping.
Demons, bleak and feculent
drown my hopes and desires.
Depression wraps its entrails
around me like a blanket of hellfire
as I search for the shadow of love.
Just a shadow, just a hope
to lift this discouraged soul like a dove
to a world of peace and serenity,
where my soul, my mind, and my body
will no longer languish in morbidity.
April 13, 1997