Descension

In the depths of the night,
While the moon sleeps soundly
And skeletons hidden within the mind
Threaten your spirit profoundly;
It's then the descension begins,
As privacy proves not a friend,
Rather a stage for snarling shadows
Which arise, refusing to rescind.
Worry, doubt, confusion, panic, fear--
All shadows emerging in the night,
Mocking the soul's pitiful cries
With each piercingly rabid bite.
Trapped within a mental quagmire,
The skeletal shadows of the past
Pull you further and further
Within their torturous grasp.
One more soul mentally ill
Descends to the Portals of Hell.
Will your mind and soul be saved?
Only time and God can tell.

-- by Deborah J Coster
   (thats Just Me - Granny D)

--Copyrighted and Published in 2002