Smoky Depths - a poem

Here is a poem I wrote on Monday night.  It's a bit doom and gloom but life can be like that sometimes.   

Smoky Depths

by Annie Bell

The smoky depths of my soul billow through my mind,
Swirling, enticing, depressing.
I used to be so cheery;
My disco interior buoyant like Billy Ocean's music,
Belying my gothic exterior show.
Leather and lace danced to Abba and ABC.
Now?
Such as things are?
My disco facade buoys others along.
My hollow laughter belies my sadness.
My gothic insides as black as the grave.
Grey sunlight beams shards of asphalt joy.
They did this to me.
Black shadows swallow all hope.
Hope.
I remember thoughts of hope.
Stupid, futile hope.
The world is a pit - a well - full of concealed snakes.
Their venomous teeth pierced my armour a while back.
Their poison is slowly strangling, destroying and killing me.
Their ice has frozen my life blood; curdling it into slow moving slush.
My dreams are lost in a perpetual crush.

© Annie Bell 2013