A Dark Soulless Place

Poetry interested me In the least yesterday. I did not pick up a pen. I thought I would finish My paintings, but I did not Go near them. Did not answer the phone Either. People tried all day. I had a full mailbox and 162 Facebook messages. People were concerned. People knew. I was in a dark place yesterday. I made a huge mistake. I stayed Inside, holed up, boxed in by Dark blinds, no color, no sun. Alone in misery After watching a TV show that Showed an actual tape that horrified All my senses of decency, and caused Me to wallow in a dark dank place. I hid out from my family and my friends. When I get like this, I need you the most. But you won’t have an inkling unless you Catch a glimpse and my glimpses are Kept under lock and barbed wire In a dark soulless place. A selfless cold angry place. Come find me if you dare.