Letter to sadness

perpetual madness.

oh, woeful you…blackener of blue

damaged & scarred

bent & marred

bereft of true joy

misery beast

myelin feaster

no slayer of you

release me…cease to be

meander far from here

steer clear

tread on new ground

Don’t hound

me in my hiding spots

stop taking shots

re-bloodying clots

leave me to heal

salve my wounds

begin to feel…so I can deal

without a heavy heel

on my brain.