The Bringers

I don't think I can stomach it.

Voilà, I bet their proud,

The bringers of animosity!

Anger sits within this house

and it has plagued me.

 

Deep down, I cannot breathe,

I cannot weave my writer’s tale,

All atmosphere has broken me,

Broken me! Broken me down!

 

Come back joy -

Where have you gone?

Don’t disperse for good,

I still need you with me.

 

This

house

is

but

a

shattered

ruin

of

iciness.

 

I can taste the dark, rich air,

It is bitter and distasteful,

I want clarity, solitary,

Something to comfort me.

 

Darkness wants me,

I have already submitted,

Oh yes, their proud,

The bringers of animosity!