Soul Sick

Soulsick,
when your head is bowed
with the weary weight of despair,
when your spirit is cowed
listening rapt to the siren song of defeat,
when resignation stills the survivor's hoarse shouts.


Soulsick,
when unhappiness clouds the sun's bright face
when gravity becomes implacable
rooting you in one place
when joy has fled your bleak company
when content is stifled beneath constant dissatisfaction.

Soulsick is when volcanic rage cools to grey ash,
sifting through a mind that sighs 'Why?',
when silence rings with the settling of dust,