Desperate Hope

"In fleeting moments of clarity, a non PM declares *Quote by The Poet.* . Desolate images flood into the passages of my mind. Unmistakable sorrow of the darkest kind. Sinister thoughts overwhelm my form, boiling my blood. Into the passages of my mind, desolate images flood. Lost and mesmerised, nothing to remember. Sadness burns every mellow moment, to just an ember. Bewildered to the point of being terrorised. Nothing to remember, lost and mesmerised. Striving to keep my mind on track, no turning back. Desperate hope, the demons dont launch another attack. Dementia besets every strand of willpower I so lack. No turning back, striving to keep my mind on track. I know her to be, one that looks after me, I know her care. Must I be this way, so out of balance, in such despair? Never meaning to be ugly or shout in rage, it isnt me! One that looks after me I know her care, I know her to be. Impossible to cope, sullen thoughts besot my being, Amble amidst misty smoke that stymies me from seeing. Yearning for clarity and thoughts for desperate hope. Sullen thoughts besot my being, Impossible to cope.