In depth of sorrow
Drowned in tears
With shaky hands, leaking fear
A million voices in your head
Some are demons, some are friends
They catch you at your weakest
Hit you when your down
In the depths your mind, the back of your head
Within your heart
The flood of letters and strings of words
That of which the meaning escapes you
Just a strange piece
A useless writing
Telling of the odd thoughts in one's mind
When they're in depth
Consumed depression
Sickening sorrow
Ill fated mind
Living in an era
A world of their own
Beneath the drapes of sight
In the depths of their mind lay a world of their devising
Once upon a time

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXII "

I heard on the radio a killing
Frenzy by humans      malignant contagion
Of heart circling the planet on thought winds
We cannot help it it is our conditioning
To death in this times pain momentum we
Don't have to smoke shoot-up pop drink yell hit
But oh the urge moves us beyond our strength
Threshold we fall down to animus heart
Part of this age might as well admit it
To see it perhaps to stop creating
It preconscious survival curse my blood
Better than your blood more deserving of
Life illusion core sentient paradigm
Moving hands to **** the lesser others