Sunday, February 8, 2015

Black Webs

Black Webs
(written Jan. 22, 2008)

Useless ruminations of a wretched brain
Are mine today with no purpose other than
Self-induced torture...

Unable to stop the spiders from spinning their webs
Inside my head to tangle up and devour all
Good calm thinking...
The more I try to wish away the tidal wave of
Blackness and despair the more I am pulled as
Driftwood in the undertow...

Recollections of every possible slight towards
All loved ones and friends alike making me feel
Unworthy of Love...

Knowing I should reach out to find a kind and
Faithful hand but unable to overcome the
Paralysis of limbs...

Out Of Words...

Feelings
All
That
Are
Left...

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