Sometimes

~Artwork from Philipp Banken

Sometimes...

I peer into the eyes of darkness

and glimpse my own soul

drifting on the wind

disappearing into scarlet horizons

where nothingness is everything.

Sometimes...

I feel so alone

standing in a pool of my mortal fears

ignoring the pain

because I feel I am worthless

pale bones and flesh

bereft of spirit.

Sometimes...

I cry, cry and cry

the dewfall of my innocence

having been washed away

into dark waters of regret

Sometimes...

I fall from heights of self-pity

down nightly ravines of forbidding shades

where birds hum plaintive croons

ebbing and rising with mournful airs.

Sometimes...

I feel this way,

I feel this low floundering

in the bluest depths

torn between who I am

and who I have become.

Angela Minard 2012©