The Rambling Of A Mad Man Poem by ian muhando

with every passing, i see the gloom, forming in the horizon like a storm, how can i wade this away?
i am born of your sorrow, now shackled around my neck like a yoke, weighing me down, dredging my feet pulling myself together, but anchored here, am not going anywhere,
the moon already turned dark like it is mourning, my heart dissolves and becomes one with the sadness, the pain is here to stay, i am now one with it, the ink leaves a mark in my heart, i wont forget you, my heart wont forget you...