Dark Place

Tears ducts barren,

mind, an arid parched land,

this is mental illness,

depression.

A world

no one can see,

like marrow

that fills my bones.

Alone

in this dark place

no light

no window…no door.

No tears will drip

to wet the ground

of this inner dungeon,

demons torture,

set fires of pain,

scorched thoughts permeate,

lifeless and brittle.

Pathways upward gone.

When tears are dry,

the abyss is…near

I am forever blind,

dead and shattered soul