A spinning mind , lying in wait
like a remorseless assassin
Taking my wide expanse of natural -
pleasure , reducing it to one small -
ant exploring a stepping stone , a drop -
of rain squeezed from an otherwise benign cloud , poetic fervor into pathetic doubt
No song banter on depression mornings
Black and white stupor , life turned boring
Cumulative poisoned psychology , could anyone find the color in my -wretched dichotomy* ...