Whisper me sweet sorrow

Whisper me sweet sorrow

Breathe a warning

Of misbegotten days

Drenched in the sweat of

Forgetting

Nothing has broken

It is as it always was

An attribute of melancholy

So long a dictator

When the mood takes it

Reeling in the debauchery

Of happiness

Calling it indecent

A shallow pit

Within which to wallow

The origin

Of its disease distorted

On reflection

Living is a malaise

Pity the foolhardy

Paying it forward

Giving it all away

As you withdraw

Your consent

To any respite

What is the point of you

There is no sweetness

In your words

Theirs is a bitter bite

With a pungency

Rotten

With the stench of its own

Corruption

Leave this place

The weight of you

Is crushing the life

From me

Cast off the mill stone

Before the grinding is complete

Clear the dirt from

Clouded eyes

Tears are not enough

Unhinge the closed door

Still the darkened voice

There is light

To behold

The breaking of a seal

It is time the

Early morning cock

Did crow.