sadness and sorrow

I contend with this heavy sorrow

this unrepentant thief of mine

which rolls in sea-like billows

upon the shores of sacred mind;

it devours the threads of reason

embittered by trifles and cursed lies

and mocks the grief of happier days

for which my soul would pine; so,

I vagabond through ennui and despair

to the ends of earth and beyond

I pray I find even prophetic shelter

some solace in suffering long.

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a bought of seasonal depression, one might say.