Such a halo of gloom
walks about with me this day.
Like a thick fog of rainless cloud, getting thicker
and heavier with every passing second.
It robes me with the splendor of guilt and pain
leaving me calm and clammy.
So much have I battled to strip it off me that
I have no strength left to contend. Like a lonely root in search of water in a desert place,
today my soul wanders through many painful years. And now I can’t tell:
were they really pains?
Or ornamental paint that left my brush disgusting
albeit painting my story beautiful.
I dare not think any further.
My brain aches and
the back of my head weighs heavier,
I do not want to lose my mind.
Post image by Moebius Arts via Flickr.
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