Darkest Nights Poem by Blaine Strong

I was going to write a poem about a misty mountain, a sandy beach, children frolicking in fields of wildflowers in the Midwest. Bad news is I'm far to sad, seems a new fad in my existence. Depression, aggression, fear and in consistent. My heart deteriorates to next to nothing while the towns people gather in the town square to stone me. I'm so alone I do not care. A hurricane of my past swirls overhead the laughter, the friends, the memories. That's all gone doll don't pray for me. Oxygen is not enough to keep me alive no motivation, no reason I've lost that drive. I look forward to waking up each day to hold my head over the toilet trembling and purging. Crying out but noone hears me.
I look forward to fighting to breathe. Chest consumed by leeches. In my soul there are no sandy beaches. No misty mountain tops. No children frolicking.
I've become a shadow of what used to be a good man. Now I'm but an empty shell.
Most of all before the end of the road I know there's light. But its raining so hard I've extinguished it. I've grown careless and lazy. Thoughts closing in vision hazy.
Headed nowhere slowly walking through the night.......