It comes again

I am enveloped in a dense cloud, heavy with the tears of the suffering

This is not right

How have I so sinned as to bring this upon myself?

I feel what’s left of my soul being devoured by the night

All that is left is the hollow husk of what I was

My spirit is low – battered and abused by the world around me

My heart is sad for all that we have lost, this country has lost and for what this world has lost

The nightfall is cold and dark

Just because you go in…doesn’t always guarantee you will come out under your own power –

– or at all