what is this nonsense, flittering
around my skull, scrawling
angry missives, knifing into
my heart’s wall
what is this brutal woe
commanding a tempest
casting distant any joy
any hint of sun’s candied blush
why does it hang around, why
can’t I shake the claws sunk
into my soul, my being
grounding me, deep
photo and poem © by DC Lessoway
DC Lessoway 