The Dark Damp Place I Write

Hold thy tear and know thine strength
let dreams of my decrepit form be held
I forge through Hell for something bright
stuff the sad that surely swells
I am alone now with great hope
flames embellished, stay thy rope
I climb deeper through mazes
of graves and goblins groping
solace floating down the styx I chose
let apple pie and stars in sky fill thy
eyes and nose and not these woes
I float for thee, I sink for me
neath visions haunting and bad health,
neath smoke taunting and padded cells
I write, still too dark for now
insight in plight and plates of rotten cow
I feast and blood does trickle
grubs and sickles neat, know these not
warm rain and flower pots to you
wine and stew, I'm blooming dark
heart of art and black my stars as sky does
shine above so lovely, I do love me my muses
confused delusions, wade, I wade
empty shoes at the door I left behind,
fade, I fade, mine was not to stay,
to clean or bathe, mine is filth
and dust and shade, word scathed
bed unmade and yours is all that's gold
yours is strength and bold
refuse me, wait for word to bubble
I'm not worth the trouble
too far gone
in search of song in depths down under