I Write Poetry

Macabre images
Dance on the floor
In through the keyhole
And under the door

On the edge of conscienceness
Vexing anxiety
Overwhelming futility
Abandoning sobriety

Lost hope
Dimished dreams
Into the cauldron
Admonishment beams

The punishment fits
The crime it provoked
To get to this point
Happiness revoked

Succumbing to darkness
Like a baby swaddled
To disappear in eternity
And never be coddled

Alone in the dust
My bones break down
Recycle complete
God ceases to frown