Clouds hover ominously above
and yet walking head on
and ignoring the incessant warnings
looks like the only plausible option.

The mouth opens as if to shout
let out the pain, drain out the agony
and yet the voice exists not
no way to escape this melancholy.

What is it clouding the eyes?
Seeing becomes harder as everything is blurry.
They aren’t rainwater, the skies have yet to pour
but they’ve fallen since walking out that door.

Where did the emptiness come from?
Currently at the bottom, possibly drop down further?
Nursing a void nothing seems to fill
no desire to climb up and no wish either.

Pull this useless abomination out, help her climb,
as the pit houses almost all her demons.
Pray before the numbing loneliness takes over,
pray that she’ll come back from yonder.