The Stone Institute

Demon of Sorrow

Gray clouds float against the crisp Blue sky.
Gray signals the coming of a storm.
Blue brings the Light.
Blue brings the clam.
Why can’t I breathe today?
Taking a breath seems so impossible.
It wasn’t impossible yesterday.
The Demon of sorrow creeps into my ribs.
He grabs hold of my desire for life in the physical.
The tighter his grasp, the more I see the illusion of the living.
Nothing is easy.
What is the neutral of sorrow?
Apathy pries his hands loose from my throat.
I fell okay, just okay.
Sorrow is a destructive Demon.
He seldom notifies me before he arrives.
He never asks for permission.
Gray brings warning of the storms.
Blue brings the Light.
I hope the Sun greets me with a blue sky today.
I hope.

Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian © 28 November 2009

Posted by Kathryn Edmonds at 9:02 AM
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