The Crevices Between Poem by Kaylami Yarne

The crest descends
And with it, a deluge of gloom
Like this evening

Yesterday extolled sublimity
Too wonderful
Overwhelming
A desperate grasping for all beauty

And tonight
A tired broken used up atmosphere
Settles like nuclear winter;
Light becomes garish and frightening
And darkness a vestige of death

My head aches.
It aches of despondency
It aches with the evils of humanity
Who is pouring this anguish into my heart?
'Please stop, ' I say,
And pour it back
Into a glass from the amber phial,
I pour it back and drink like a lamb lost in the wheat
For far too long

The crevices between

Into which I slip at times

Bespeak the beds of the ill
Who's minds have quit
Beneath the weight
Of all.