Nightsick In the Rain

dark nights of the heart, of the soul, awaiting something extended out into a lifetime slowly passing all the lonely poets with no paeans to sing falling fast like caustic drizzle days flow down to lower levels burning cateracts and saline caught in throats of choking devils so melts a life like many hungry for both void and sunlight seratonin throbb'd and desperate love talon torn yet plasma bright but memory remains a fickle dove fluttered up out up away moments gone despite our grasping blood feathers molt at end of day despite the best intentions time decides to grow up fast years march past the old reminders where even all the heroes came in last...