Desolation Stacks Poem by John Sensele

Why do I kill joy
Crushing joy like a toy
I snatch from friends
As my haughty heart rends

Hearts mad enough to draw close to mine
Dreaming and streaming my madness they can refine
How I wish they knew I'm the bad news
Which in their shoes traps screws

I unfasten from the brain
That falls asleep inviting strain
When I drive away their happiness
Replacing it with the clumsiness

I stitch into their hitherto limpid lives
Into embers that burn red hot knives
I sink into their backs
When inside their hearts I heap sorrow stacks.