Maureen Travers - Sorrow

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

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