By D. R. DiFrancesco
Sour feelings troubling and deep,
Twisting emotions dark hidden,
I know not where these notions I keep,
They come, they consume the life I’m living.
To try and break the hold, the strangle,
Fruitless and wearying as I revolt the demon,
Senses and emotions left bloody and mangled,
Begging sleep to lead solemn dreaming.
For this I hope the obsidian cloud rises,
Paving way for spirit lifted,
Lock away my despondent guises,
To be thankful for all that I have been gifted.
Dom DiFrancesco 
Truly Awesome piece!!
Thank you so much. I am glad that you enjoyed it.
That dreaded obsidian cloud… appreciate the honest emotion behind these words.
For some unknown reason, I was feeling a little depressed that day and this is what came to me. Thank you for taking the time to read it. :)
Those cloudy days come and go for all of us ‘poetic’ types – part of the necessary angst which draws out our deepest hearts, I think. Life is only properly recorded if ALL of our honest emotions are expressed – so those ‘down’ times can also be beautiful as we learn to allow the feelings out! :)