The Dullest Days

The Dullest Days The darkest days consume my heart A thousand laden clouds within my chest Burst forth within to flood my being And life is now just one big jest. The sun shall scorch my Summer joys While piercing winds drill through my bones These dreary days to quench my thirst And life is all haphazard tones These songs of ills I make my song To dreaded tunes of death I dance. The August rains have lashed my brows These bloodied tears they so enhance. Oh Grief; with me awhile; my behest I choke with every breath I take! The swell of pain within my breast Confirms my life one sad mistake! I shall perish with the leaves of Autumn As I cling in vain to burning air. My days are bound with fetid fate So stumble as I burdens bear See me; see sorrow, this corrupted breath Forsaken my soul; even death rejects me Touch me; feel grief of living in death With fate I comply, now fait accompli. The Valley of Corpses [my Sweet Paradise!] Gift me your sorrows, to make me my bed Mine is a life - of maggots and lice Festering wounds, and sores in my head. I lay in my grave and woke up face down… …..the May shoots of Spring form a noose. My coffin of thorns, is now my death gown The rotting of flesh they abuse. My terrors of nights is the darkness of Hell ….The scourge of my soul a Godsend The fires of Hades can’t burn a burnt shell The dullest of days my true friend. (The Fg 81.5.8)