Emotional Ransom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Misty-eyed, feeling a deepening sadness, creating an abyss of immense proportions, grasping my insides, not letting go, holding me for emotional ransom against my will.
Desperately trying to get out of it's grip, not quite making it, yet praying that I will be able to break it's hold now.
Sourly looking to the future, seeing nothing but trouble alighting on my shoulders.
My only saving grace will be when I can rid myself of past mistakes made.