Pressure
The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion a familiar companion
On my journey of unpredictability
A feeling of hopelessness
Covering me in a dark shroud
Dragging me into its damp pit
of gloom and I go with docility
Clarity nowhere to be found
As I stumble on rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
I am living a life of vulnerability
Spiraling downward out of control
Reaching for something to break my fall
Slipping and sliding all the way
Down into the declivity
My ascent from the chasm
Hindered by despondency
Hope cruelly mocking me
Wishing to drown exquisitely
In time the greyness of the sky pacifies
Pulling me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe sanguinity
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Pacify
Damp
Mock
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #12 – Tortured
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