Lear's Dark Place Poem by gershon hepner

In that dark place where I dwell
there are wounds that never heal;
please don’t tell me that you feel
my pain, for no one goes to hell
and back accompanied by friends,
or even lovers. Such a trip
cannot be done in partnership,
and there’s no way to make amends
where wounds won’t heal, nor any lesion
in fetid darkness where they fester.
My friend of court a half-crazed jester,
Barraged by cosmic noncohesion,
I soon believed that I was mad.
As hard as sweet Cordelia tried,
alone in darkness I defied
the devastation men call SAD.