Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Exodus

Stress consumes entirely over a weary psyche

As red dusk looms lightly, dreary, and nightly.

Depression like algae, blooms and simmers quietly.

Anxiety's ever present gloom tempers tryingly.

Hedging out almost every familiar elation,

Dampening all of one's will and determination.

Delving, the spirit yearns from in its basin.

In this abyss wading, light but a mere wisp in fading.

Thrusted off like a javelin to this listless wonder,

Replaced by sadness, old joys banished to yonder,

Distant memory, though bittered, all the fonder.

Entrenched in such gorge of darkness and squalor,

Pervading sense, feeling forlorn and somber,

Scarce any respite or recompense to afford.

Reluctantly, some brand of hope or love must be forged.

Humble, bland words, but needed means to carry forward,

For those that wander through this lackluster, must breach its precipice.

Even if but a trudge that you muster, reach your exodus.