This cloak
I have
Upon my back

It grows
Enlarged
With every tear

This cloak
Of sadness
Upon my back

Always

Always there

Give me rest before I fight again
I beg a moment's peace.
It's too soon to brawl my friend
My hearts not yet at ease.

The recent wounds are still too sore
I crave her presence still.
I'm not yet ready to wage this war
For the last one left me ill.

I cannot fight again so empty
I'm drained from a war of romance.
I want no other to try and tempt me
I was happier in her trance.

These others hold no appeal to me
They haven't her charm or looks.
What we had was chemistry
The kind only found in soppy love books.

For any other
I will not care
Or dote
Or laugh at their jokes.

For any other
I will not want
Or trust
Or look at with lust.

For any other
I'll not accept
The love from their hearts
For she has left mine in shards.

Why did the sun not rise today
Why was the sky not bright today
Leaving darkness there to stay
I'm scared, dawn has not arrived today.

Or that my eyes are closed?
Unable to see
The straws I clutch are not enough
To replace the sense I've lost.

Craving imagery,
where there is none to be found.

Mountain deterioration

Molehill sized problem
In view of others eyes,
Then why is it that mine
A mountain do divine?

Insistent drowning thoughts
Craving dreaded  loneliness
For alone there is no hate,
But too much time to contemplate.

A crowd of people
Yet to understand,
Their molehill can be climbed
My mountain is alive!

It grows and walks away
A steady pace I cannot match,
I chip away with building hate
Willing it to deteriorate.

If I can conquer this mountain
And start afresh anew,
Then this depression ruling high
Will be expelled with no forlorn goodbye.

But no.
My problems seem too large.
And that mountain in my mind,
I can never leave behind.

It stays,
It looms,
Depression booms.

My mountain will not deteriorate.