The Essence Of Sadness

All around me, the shadows gather.
My dread grows
as the hammer of your words
falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me,
and darkly my
inky essence drips
to the wicked earth
that is my prison.

In my sadness I hang my head
while oblivion hovers closely,
behind my bowed head.

Now alone,
my cascade of tears
falls upon wailing Angels
that are kneeling at my feet.

They tell me
this is my salvation,
and my punishment
for my prudent behavior.

Like so the night takes residence
within my heart.
Although I love your moon more.

Amanda Shelton