Damn

A westerly wind is blowing another autumn in this direction.
       I can’t stop this insanity of distress forming inside me.

Fallen leaves are damp with tears of somber memories.

A sober sob crying within the white heat of my mind
         follows me in my dreams. It’s terminal, final.

No pleasant daydreams are in store for today,
     And nor this evening—only madness.

            Only nightmares of eternal repetitive doubts,
                    indecisive distractions, and defeat.