The beginning of
The slow decline
The faceless face
Of father time
The invisible pain
In tightened knots
Doubts uncertainty
Endless loss.
Alone in crisis
An uncaring day
Head in hands
A price to pay
All before
Now to seem
A nightmare dressed
In rolled up sleeves.
A battered chair
A wooden soul
Hardened like
The nails that hold
Depression falls
The darkening cloud
The silent scream
That pines and howls.