Drip

Psych ward poetry

Words flow like blood

Drip

Drip

Dripping life away

Spilling over its channels

To fill the pages

With infinite sadness

For at the end of the age

What else is there but pain

The void that was the soul

The empty chasm

Remaining at the pit’s end

Every hungry

Starving

Devouring everything

Once having resembled

A happy thought

Darkness so vast

That light ceases its existence

Even in memory

At best a phantasm

Of some forgotten dream

Leaving the one last

Shred of hope

That tease of a mistress

Which is but a taunt

Designed to torture

Until the darkness is complete