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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