Undone Poem by David Knox

What is it that could break this spell?
What is it that would make me well?
I'm distraught, obsessed, and alone...
It's a feeling, a place, a zone
It's not true, nor a state, I'm not alone- no
Many people mill about, they come they go
I'm never alone and yet there is no company
I'm never distraught and yet there in the light I see
The darkness that shrouds my path, wells up from within me
The feeling of things not true is uncanny
It doesn't matter that I have friends when I feel neglect
IT doesn't matter that I; m competent when I feel inept
It's funny how with one metaphorical heart
The whole body is led astray that might not do its part
A feeling, a falsehood, a whisper, this is my downfall
It is from within I am undone
My accomplishments unsung
The good in my life becomes void no point to it, no point at all

The sum of all that I've done pales in comparison to
A mere feeling of darkness, a sense of depression
A pang of loneliness

And lo I am undone