Full Moon Meanderings

acrostic poem, addiction of depression and distorted thoughts, restrained by Hope

A few days have passed since the last
Desperate thoughts followed my
Downward spiraling, as I dove
Into the icy water that promised to
Choke out all thought and breath.
To free me finally in quietus, as
I sunk once again into the dangers
Of my own twisted, tormented
Nonsensical reasoning, or lack thereof....

Rising up to gasp once again,
Ever more welcoming the numbing of
Senses, I saw Hope walking along
The edge of my River of Despair.
Rescue was proffered,
And
I thrust a cold, stiff hand toward him.
No hesitation, no rebuff, Hope
Extended an olive branch to
Deliver me from death.... again.