I simmer in the cauldron,
strangled by smiles,
choked by laughs,
shattered by thoughts,
shredded into more than a few halves.

Impotently groping,
clutching for crutches,
in day and barren night,
smothered by the whispers,
that into the dark beyond,
take flight.

I relent,
giving way to the bleakness,
embracing it as it slithers through my soul,
welcoming the darkness,
wishing it would envelope me whole