Don’t feel like eating,
Don’t feel like writing,
Can’t stop the crying,
Can’t fight the sucking down, down,
no name, no reason,
try to think outward, of others,
but it’s gripped me and I’m drowning.
It will pass away eventually,
like storms, and hurricanes,
it hits without warning, wreaks devastation
and moves on,
leaving the work of reconstruction
to be done as best it can.
Darker than the blues,
no light, or sun or stars,
just tears, scattered across my cheeks
like dandelions on the lawn.