What vapid mess do I behold,
Etched deep on recessed mirrors plane,
Sanctimonious reflection if truth be told
A darkening of the light of day.
Shadowed image of my former self
A corruption of what I once was
That picture of perfect mental health
Lacking reason or just because.
Despair cloaking all my thoughts
As I try to grasp at sanity’s straws
The “black dog’s” lesson cruelly taught
Nailing my psyche to the floor.
Brain addled, poisoned and aflame
Can anything clear this toxic shame