Spiral of Sadness

The heart that is empty, The mind that is full. The tunnel of sight that blurs to a haze. The pressure feels heavy, The shoulders weigh low. The eyes fix focus, and then rapidly glaze. The expectation of progress, The need to improve. Fragile friendships and strained relations. The mood that implodes Into the spiral of sadness, and The wasting hours of inward contemplation. Happier times seem only a blur, As much a figment as yesterday. The continuation of the baseline life. A rational understanding, An irrational overbearing. The emotions balance along the edge of the knife. What is this melancholy? From where is its power? Why do I allow it to twist and to tease me? Is my self no longer my own? Am I no longer a One? Is there nothing more that can properly please me? The frustration of others, The anger at self. The dreams that died a thousand times. The hope for tomorrow, The coping with today, The mountain that is so hard to climb. There must be an end, The confusion will clear. The doubting will lessen, The removal of fear. The belief in the will, And a life that moves on. Look up, deep breath, Face today's every moment With a heart that is strong.