Consciously adrift in melancholia today
A strange feeling of sorts, almost out-of-body.
Praying this awareness isn’t here to stay,
It has been some time since I have felt this oddly.
Perhaps its the conclusion of a season so merry
Punctuating my customary schedule of labor,
Or the calming of life that for a time was so hurried
Returning to the normalcy of my common behavior.
More like the drying of the druggy or drunkard,
The heart becomes heavy with worry and sadness.
These feelings have since grown increasingly absurd,
Leading me down this pathway toward madness.
Pray tell–to what end does this folly intend,
In driving my soul to the brink of destruction?
Try as I might to bandage and mend
And pull myself out of this pit of compunction.
On knees that are bent in prayer for reprieve
All one can hope for is its swiftness to pass.
Lifting up spirits and hasten sorrows to leave
Like sand as it trickles through narrow of the hourglass.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~