Endless Easements Of Languishing Languor

Azure sunrises staining the senses
while slowly the walls squeeze
in their claustrophobic press.
The cerulean sky becomes a shroud
covering the heart in a sullen, morose mood
as melancholy creeps over the heart
where tedium snares the throat
until another tick of the clock,
one more moment of boredom
pushes the mind outside sanity’s frame.

Life on replay of a broken record
bears such deep lethargic tones,
ever seeing that spiritual molasses
smother the eyes of other souls
like an infection it spreads
so every face greeted is in such despair,
bitterness and darkness bring stagnation
with a scream the only passage
out of this tear stained cesspool.

Sinking into the deep depressing morass,
self drowns in the immersion
while doubts cover every thought.

Once more the night comes
once more there is no rescue of dreams,
somehow inside clutching at the clock
for a miracle to end the ebbing essence.

Slipping between the sheets,
drained and dreary,
yet waiting for the next season of visions
because it will arrive with some new sun
shall dip the dawn in radiance
and for a while there will be peace
in the crypt within the head.