In the pit of my imagination
I have dug my way to hell.
Despair slithers like a serpent round my heart
And squeezes all my happiness into a place of shadow.
A torrent of tears is dammed behind my eyes,
Worse is the deadness spreading through my insides,
Engulfing my breath till I desire no more air,
Grinding my will to live into dust.
I drown in darkness,
Succour me.
I fall into pain,
Let me go.
Maureen Travers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-39/
