“The Sadness That I Summon”

 By Tyler R. Martin
Into bitter blackness, as I slip into a stupor, 
Broke and staring blankly, too frail to face the future, 
While the sadness that I summon, every dreary day 
Is hounding at my heels pining for the price I pay. 

The room rapidly retrogrades from my eager eye,
I coldly consider calamity, so serene and won't subside; 
And now I am so certain, certainty’s too false to find,
Because in my bitter brain I have malice on my mind. 

So, slowly as I sober, something sinister on my shoulder 
Is revived and revamps it's wicked whispers in my ear. 
It wills me towards the window, as I stagger to my death, 
The boulevard is beckoning as I take my final breath.