Again, I Swallowed Sorrow Within

Straightaway above me lays slate gray the sky,

it is a wasted world that befouls me

of recurrent respite upon my clouded sun.

(Again,)

Again, I inhale it in

distressing me bitterly so

kissing my canvases Picasso blue as

(I)

I felt the peril of somber dusk about me

only hoping, perhaps, to dampen the polluted spiral

of a poisoned atmosphere I did not wish to

(Swallowed)

Swallowed the lump in my throat . . . the façade I have hidden behind

upon a yesteryear of debt I cannot pay

as a gap in the sky imploded within smothering me with so much

(Sorrow)

Sorrow and grief once paved my soul black the road of poor decisions

as I stumbled like a blind man above the textured weeded overgrowth

in life to a black hole I never found

(Within)

Within myself I have found a rose

blooming in the beauty of the sunlight

of each new day no longer worried if ever

(Again, I swallowed sorrow within)