Descent into Madness

With every passing hour as the sun comes closer to the earth

I am reminded of my imminent descent into madness

I try to distract myself with pretty little things

With knick-knacks…

I fill my time with those I enjoy all the while hearing the

“tap tap tap” of the finger reminding me the clock is ticking

I smile, I laugh, pretending the panic rising within doesn’t exist.

Just maybe this time I can will it away, maybe this time I can run

But, you see, you cannot run from your own mind

So as the leaves begin to turn, the night seeps into the daytime

So do does my mind decay into a writhing pain

Emotion swallows my reality; I’m shrouded in the darkness


I fade.

WHO AM I!?

Come Dance with Grief

Come Dance with Grief

As Grief’s glances stole my eyes from across the room

I knew his heart and who he was, or rather he knew me

I know we’ve danced a thousand times but I cannot quite recall

Because every time you dance with Grief it’s never what it seems

He reaches his hand to summon mine, his fingers long and tired

Yet despite the wear within his palms his grasp gently inspired

I tried to arouse the memories ago our dances from miles away

But I stumbled to remember Grief never dances the same

I’ve danced with Grief a thousand times, his movement oh so familiar

But memory is useless here as he will always be a stranger

Grief whispers love into my ear, “Dear, come dance with me”

I remember to forget and surrender to his lead