Vestiges of Dark Thoughts Evicted

Wobbly knees wheeze and tease Dark thoughts fumbling, tumbling and rumbling in the mind Which can no longer squeeze proportion peas From thought processes, procedures and systems gone blind In the wake of the disaster Determined to scupper efforts I summon to master faster Techniques and strategies to rescue ports and forts In which hides the succor With the potential to dismiss the blues Whose rancor Fed up with queues and incomplete clues Threaten to overwhelm vestiges of peace and calm My world once knew As avalanches of harm Primed to strike anew Sweeping, wiping off from my soul Traces of confidence Whose sole goal stole From my predicament the credence cadence That slowly began to pave the way for hope To return My state of affairs to normalcy to prop Up the urn In which ashes of despair Began to evaporate To initiate by gradation the repair Process and flair in which dark thoughts could neither elaborate harm nor collaborate.