Meltdown

I fall down,

my resolve melting away,

my good intentions

and thoughts of productivity

emptying out

onto the floor

beneath

me.

The blood of my conscience

flows freely

out of pores

that have been filled

and clogged

with shadows

from all the

darkness

invading my spirit.

I want to stop

the liquefying rush

as it gushes to leave,

already abandoning hope

that any goodwill

can dispel the gloom

threatening

to overwhelm

an already brittle essence.

My weary soul heaves

an immense sigh,

then slowly gathers

the scattered puddles

of a jaded psyche,

and struggles

to piece them back together,

coaxing them again

into the inner sanctum

from which they came.

Elastic legs gain purchase

and stand upright

in a half-hearted attempt

to move forward.

Skin absorbs

the trailing leftovers

of inner disaster,

fragments seeping in,

smoothing over

into a façade of peace ...

until the next time

I break.