In the pit of my imagination <br />I have dug my way to hell. <br />Despair slithers like a serpent round my heart <br />And squeezes all my happiness into a place of shadow. <br /> <br />A torrent of tears is dammed behind my eyes, <br />Worse is the deadness spreading through my insides, <br />Engulfing my breath till I desire no more air, <br />Grinding my will to live into dust. <br /> <br />I drown in darkness, <br />Succour me. <br />I fall into pain, <br />Let me go.<br /><br />Maureen Travers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-39/
