A Somber November

the bleakness of which was unparalleled your weakness will no doubt be up held havoc has consumed a once fertile mind the girls and the women have been so kind as to bring candy and cherries to my home turned away to remain in my steel dome no visitors, no family shall enter bemused to myself, mumbling insane banter scratches all over my arms and on my amygdala the only bites consumed are on a tart royal gala a Scottish hymn playing over and over in my head beside me a dead poem, remembering the once bled my slumber interrupted by a phone call; you can be happy now, you will not fall.