Draped

Draped in a heavy blanket of depression
Woven with patterns of insecurity,
Bordered in dark menacing fringes, I find myself.
Smothered.

Ugliness has seeped into my lungs.
Self-criticism has captured my heart
Sadness has settled into the depths of my creative soul.
Replacing joy and self-confidence
Lost beyond reconciliation, staggered in immobility.
Misplaced.


Moving in the thick smoky heat
I grope for the happiness I once knew
Only to grasp the thorns of a dying rose
The blood dripping down my palms is black.
Injured.

Self-pity has saturated my skin
Icy detachment now fills my veins
Frustrated anger brims at the edges of my being
Threatening to destroy artistic originality
Swirling in uncertainty, latched to vulnerability.
Exposed.

Draped in a heavy blanket of depression
Woven with patterns of insecurity,
Bordered in dark menacing fringes, I find myself.
Trapped.