A blanket space of pain,
heavy,dark,it invades my brain.
How troubled is trouble?
How much reality is real?
So many circles of thought.
So unbending a wheel.
Up and down the flight path goes,
it takes a hold,
it does not bow.
Your brightness hurts my eyes in the darkness.
Your happiness only highlights my pain.
Your smile re-enforces the flowing tear.
Your energy compresses the void of despair.
That sleep is release from the knowing, the tomb.
I wake and fall ever further in gloom.
I watch my own death,
it feels rather strange,
and carve out the scene all be it with shame.
A sorriness lingers,
but a desire to renew.
A clutching of hope.
A crystal of dew.
One can dream still, or is it too late?
Oh God help me please, or is this my fate?
Another day to rise above the greyness.
Another day to feel the grip.
Another plane journey into the darkness,
when all one wants is to end this trip.
@onethoughtfulwoman 5th, March 2010.