Gray sheathes of dark matter

waft upon a soul in peril

In the Heavens we gather

all of our apparel.

Once before I could cry

now today

cannot figure out why

instead lay

my heart down to this struggle

a constant reminder

of how life can truly boggle

the mind. Tossed under

the evening dew a spiritual

reckoning occurs

yet with every attempt a virtual

depression lingers.

Would that my life could be simple

than perhaps yours,

yet I examine when time is brittle

I begin to question futures.