Deeper Soul Drown


A heaviness is pushing me down.
A breathless; empty; drooping, crown.
There’s a shadow, across my soul.
It laughs at me as I enfold.
There’s a whisper, in my ear.
Calling all the reasons, I sob dry tears.
There’s an ache, somewhere round the bend
.. a dimming of dreams that went..
And even as the chills are growing
and the tremble is becoming my means..
Hope is ever bestowing, as the echo of obsession wastes,
and I rip this pain at the seams.

Heather Lynn Reilly