Melancholy pounds away

At the edges of myself.

Finding all the weak seems.

It seeps into my tissue

Swirling around tempestuously

Like cream poured into ice coffee.

Please give me strength

To stitch up my side

Painful as it will be

To push the needle in

Just to pull it back out.

It’s the only way to keep myself

Sorrowproof.

– Vagabond Prophet