Blue sky,

Has fled from my life.

Replaced,

By ever thickening,

Ever darkening,

Clouds of despair.

From bright light,

To dimming.

Then penumbric reflection,

Of dusk.

Into the black night,

Deepening,

Of depression.

Like an Arctic winter,

The sun,

No longer rises.

My life,

Is without shadow,

Without illumination.

I am

Lost in tundra darkness,

24/7/365.

More and more,

I realise,

Extinguishment,

Is the only escape.

Poor Old Henry