A Little Light Intervention.

Despair; a deep cavernous aching dread.
A rumbling emptiness brimming viciously
With glutinous blackness.
Guts mercilessly scooped out
With the blunt, dulled edge of life.
A sickening dazzling commotion of
Frustrated anger, weary indifference.
Desolation’s devouring mites, gnawing at the brain.
Exploding hot fury
Coursing rapidly through constricted veins
Threatening to burst out of fingertips
Tightly squeezed into rock hard fists of rage.
Exhausted wrath relents then; but beyond calm.
Much deeper into cold exhausted stupor,
Somnolent blankets wrap suffocating.
An immense leaden mass of cloying death,
Clogging, choking earth, rammed, pummelled,
With the relentless hammers of life’s eternal desolation.
Beaten into bruised cowering submission,
Fear of waking, breathing, living,
Of being alive, wishing, willing,
Against the murderous oppression.
Begging for obliteration,
Beyond even the want of hope,
Lest spiralling death ravages once more.
The point of being, beyond reason,
A mind destroyed with absolute devastation,
All lost in welcoming madness.
Oh to lie down, to wither peacefully,
To wallow in deaths decaying juices,
To be released, a mind not knowing,
To die.