Somber

Some days I’m hopeful

It is volcanic and engulfing

It takes over my entire being

It is domineering

And I share it with the world

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Some days I’m gutted

It is visceral and all encompassing

My entrails pour out of the gash

It is disarming

My dreams seeping from the edges

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Some days I’m here

Only in flesh but not in spirit

I have long since given up the ghost

Relinquished the seat of sanity

Out cast and down trodden

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Some days I scream

A soundless, wordless wail

The visitation of spiritual destitution on my soul

Hollow, the pain echoing

Oh what a mind this is

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Some days I pray

For illumination and rebirth

For a kindling of a fire that once burned strong

Joy everlasting

Here and now