I can feel the fog rolling in.
No amount of petty distractions, thoughts of frustrated sex, or legions of admirers can hold it at bay now.
I’m falling, I can feel it.
a deep seeded wound that periodically reopens.
The phantom gash is so painful,
it crumples me to the floor.
The Phoenix is reduced to slow burning ash.
The tower that I’ve become has structural fractures
A building built on unsteady ground
I am swaying in the harsh winds of mourning.
Memories overwhelm my consciousness
Things I can never unsee
Things that cannot be undone
Sadness, why do you come so swiftly?
You are an unwelcomed part of my psyche
But you have attached to me like a parasite
And we must learn to co-exist
I cannot purge you from my body
But I will not let you consume me
So I must weather this darkness,
This time of grief
Until the fog rolls out and I see the sun again.