My Dark Corner Poem by David Nielsen

An eclipse occurs as my mind
Blinks quicker than my eyes.
Thoughts of sober events
Enhances my chance of sanity.
But at what expense does this
Sanity bring if it mocks my
Instinctive search for darkness?
So I drink from the dark waters
That have always consoled my
inner mayhem until I spew The
dark liquid over all who would listen.
Mass consoling and constructive
Dialect has brought a somewhat
False version of confidence into my
Mediocrity that once flowed fluidly.
Surely justice would not abandon
What has yet to be justified or fulfilled.
So again I drag these filthy sheets
To the river of conscious reasoning.
Crushing the stains with rocks and limbs
Until my hands blistered and swole.
With contempt I continue to crush
The stains that have attempted to absorb
my inner self Only to observe new stains.
With a fury!
I curse the one that speaks to my mind!
I curse the one that speaks to my soul!
I curse the one that speaks to my fury!
I curse the one who speaks to my inability to cope!
As I look around I see that I am alone
And that I have been cursing myself...
I fall back exhausted.
As I'm watching the skyline, it seems to close in.
I absorb all the warmth of the sun on my skin.
The sweat from my body seems to cleanse all my sins.
With a tear in my eye, I see my new life begin.
All this I see,
from my dark corner.