Black Despondency

As the last failing star surrenders its glory to the triumphant sun

So my hope, as fragile as a spider's film, succumbs to despair

My dreams shattered, my will vanquished, my spirit crushed

I subsist: no longer living, merely existing

Stilled are my cries of anguish

My misery, unheeded, wears away my soul like a chisel to stone

Faltering, stumbling, sinking

Plunging deeper and deeper into black despondency

Caught in unthinkable reality

My being, my world, my universe

Is

Ultimately

Nothing

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this years ago in an alcohol-induced state of depression; I keep it as a reminder never to let myself get to that point again

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