Rains Descend

Rains descend upon my head The sky grows dark and chill The rush surround my mind and soul To freeze my halting will Clouds move o’er the dawning sun And halt the marching light My vision dims throughout the morn And shrinks into the night Fogs envelope mind and frame The world becomes a haze …

Dark, Enclouded Murk

I slip into the murk of tumbled, troubled minds Encased within the womb of Darkness’ chilling hands My eyes are hazed, enclouded by confusing fogs My arms lie limp along my frozen frame Dirtied, blackened snow impedes my quaking legs Mischieved, unseen phalanges play my heart - arrhythmic tunes Filtered thoughts assault my inner sight, …