Dark skies and I’m drowning in the flood again.

Endless affliction sent to torture my soul.

Why does this misery follow me?

Why can’t I escape this pain?

Drill another hole through my skull.

Release another demon.

Take any length to pass the blame.

Responsibility - washed my hands clean.

Demons in the night?

Self-righteous perception.

Defensively, I hide blind in the shadows.

Misery cuts deep and yet my innocent hands hold the blood soaked knife.

Every action leads to reaction, every choice to a consequence.

Foolish decisions yield a price to pay.

Pass the blame and yet the debt remains.

Wipe the scales from my eyes that I might gain clarity of sight.

With a new perspective I take ownership of my actions,

the impending flood now seems a healthy rain.

Pain is inevitable but misery is optional.

Suffering and pain will fade away as hope lives on and love remains.