I’m a poor vessel for passions
I wane more than most
My soul feels stagnant in this moment
I’ve withdrawn from life’s joust
As I sit surrounded by the ever darkening night
I ponder the shallow depths of my self
Where I’ve been, who I am, how i’ll become
More than that which I’ve been dealt.
My mind won’t quit
It continues it’s dreadful march
Towards the cliffs of uncertainty, doubt, anger, fear
And my self is left unrested, dissipating, parched….
– by me