Crouch on a mountain

Of a life times emotions

 

Piled high like contorted corpses

Stretching their hands 

Up to me to pluck them

From the detritus 

 

Rotting from the bottom

Melting into stinking filth

Collapsing under its own weight

Delivering eternal fate

 

Each day bringing layer 

On layer of unclaimed fears

Cemented by rivers of tears

Navigated by rudderless ships.

 

Black pits open up before me

Ink black , inviting me down

To the putrid flood

Waiting to wash away my soul

 

Welcome to Oblivion 

From which I cannot escape