Unanswered Prayer In The Dark

The dark cloud which hangs over me,

Like a vampire feeding on optimism,

Pours the ink of despair over my inner vision

And darkens the lens that filmed my dreams.

The claws of some known but vicious monster

Are tearing at my heart, flailing my love

To a tattered cloth that I hold desperately

Around my bowed shoulders while my free hand

Futilely gropes for this unseen enemy’s throat.

The sorrow in the air is deep and palpable.

It makes it hard to breathe, clogging my lungs

With the acrid taste of death, my death,

The death of hope, of freedom, of respect.

My self-pity scratches like a rat, starved

And ready to eat anything to survive.

It gnaws at the marrow of my soul,

And my light become darkness,

My reason cowers, mewling in the corner

Of the now black cave that was my mind.

What can I do, Hidden God?

What can I do?