Insides are twisted, burning from every
little thing piled into one big thing, tearing a
hole where joy was once; not long ago the praise
that, finally, everything was going good, too bad
that has all been blown to shit.

Aside from pain upon pain upon deceit that
has been piled on depression, it is really
the out of blue way everything is falling apart.

Most days had only small stings of pain that
subsided from realizations of brightness, but
clouds are coming back and this storm looks bad.

Days that flew by drag on and drag down,
pulling at sanity with a dead man's grip; solitude
once went overlooked now demands attention.

Yesterday was half as bad as today, tomorrow should
be twice as tough and the cycle should spiral out of
control like that until days get better or stop all together.

Instead of looking up and at the bright side, these eyes
are going to watch the ground for holes and try
to just get by without falling any deeper.

New thoughts that have a familiar bitter taste now
flood into focus, drowning out hope and cutting
a path straight to deep and dark lunacy.

Getting back the small advantage previously held, aside
from being impossible to see, will be hard to keep
for very long; pain has come back with the fury
of hell and is looking to hold on to whatever it
can, until it is beaten or driven out once again.

03/09/2003

Posted on 03/10/2003
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