DARK AS A LUNAR ECLIPSE

 DARK AS A LUNAR ECLIPSE

Black widow spider crawling on the stair,

Black magic disappears into thin air,

The last crumb ingested goes to the hips

I am as dark as a lunar eclipse.

Black hole disappearing in the hierarchy of space,

The foot soldier stumbles, loses points for lack of grace.

Revelers drink to excess, loose lips sink ships,

I am turning dark as a lunar eclipse.

Subsumed by the woebegone umbra of the earth,

Blackness throws its fisticuffs, destroying moonlight's worth,

Until the moon fights back, blushing damaged red,

Intoxication moving and traveling to the head,

Spreading to extremities, the legs and fingertips,

I am as dark as a lunar eclipse.

Black crow feeding over tattered remains,

Nothing left but the asphalt blood stains,

A carrion bird thinks nothing of tearing as it picks,

I am as dark as a lunar eclipse.

Black fog of sadness descends over me,

Send the crowd away, there is nothing here to see,

My coffee has turned cold, wasted between sips,

I am as dark as a lunar eclipse. 

The darkness does not last they say, three, four hours tops,

Somehow it gets the best of me, pulls out all the stops.

I am sorrow's whipping boy and I must take my licks,

Ravenous and dark as a lunar eclipse.

Black widow biting, poison in the bloodstream.

I have no more power, and I have lost the dream,

The last crumb ingested, it goes to the hips,

I am as dark as a lunar eclipse.

-Bruce Potts

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*This is a poem about depression obviously. Please talk to someone trusted if you are severely depressed or call the Suicide Hotline at 1-800-273-8255!*