Another Rider On The Storm

Our sadness is not sad, but our cheap joys. - Thoreau

a clicking, popping, hopping, locust swarm

judging and incarcerating like another rider on the storm

darkening my door

screwing me over and taking my means like an addicted, crack w***e

stealthily coming like a thief in the night

toting sadness and delivering its burdening plight

sinking and clouding sky

a spanish inquisition with no obvious reason why

coercing faith and twisting its arm to lie

blocking the moon and shrouding the sun

stealing joy and denying fun

filling the sky with damning, gray clouds

placing me in confinement with lonesome crowds

not caring what i wear

placing hopelessness 'pon my lips and causing me to swear

ruffling what's left of my bald hair

unpleasant odor and clinical smell

just leave already and go back to hell

Author's Note

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation." - Thoreau