interminable shadow on my days sucking sapping swallowing joy indelibly attached to each moment a constant refrain hidden from sight aching stabbing burning searing ripping tearing and never ever ever ending ~ I become accustomed to this torment


a constant shadow at the edges of my days in the corners of my nights dark clouds lurk in sunshine colouring my life in shades of grey


floating      on a cloud    in my         wonky    world I dare to dream       these pills    could work     I could be   normal     again


all my words are gloom written of your pain and mine all I can write is of this aching burning singe which though less than your sleepless night-paced throbbing nonetheless possesses me becomes all that I am here in the dark