slowly slipsliding
in smaller and smaller
concentric circles
sharing a sinuous
center of centrifugal
angst swinging out
against the ever
shreaking psychosis

i am a byproduct of
the interminable rot
sequestered in the
soul of creation
a pustule marring
the smile of wonder
an incongruent tumor
consuming the skyline

i spent so long
wrestling with the mania
i began to fear
it would never let go
now the hoarfrost slides
over my still heart
and i slip down into
the darkness once more

i know i’ll never be
the nurturing rains
just an inclement
catastrophic damnation
and i am so very tired
from pingponging off
dreams meant for
someone better than me

a human smudge
an empty vessel who
gives and gives
thinking the rains
will refill me
knowing deep down
the clouds above
carry only hail