Oh sorrow, you are the apothecary of martyrdom

You drug me with your vigilant patience

Until I am saturated within your devious design

Manifesting in my hour of slumber

You inoculate my fear, my doubt, my substance

You ride my dreams like the nightshade, Belladonna

Attempting to purge my gut 

When the promise of morning should bring light and hope

You continue your duplicitous folly

Lynching my heart and soul at will

Your incessant guile accosts me ceaselessly 

Strangling my resolve

Yet, this seeming monopoly has an adversary – Time

However, perseverance is your companion

Your light may dim

Yet you have timeless watchfulness

Only in death are you defeated

But, even in death you find purchase to begin anew

In others…