Melancholy Evening

A phone call can be demoralizing,
sending your mind into the abyss.
Suddenly your blissful state is consumed with
misfortune. The bright blue skies become
tenebrific, lightning begins flashing after
hearing the roars of the Heavens and
you're stuck isolated from all that you know as "safe."

You hear the news but can't commence a response, as if
your tongue has been ripped from your mouth.
Reality seems to become a bad dream,
or at least that's what I hope, for then this nightmare
would only be temporary.

My thoughts barrage me at once, nearly making
me sick to my stomach. Oh, how our baneful minds
turn a terrible event into a catastrophe.
My night has been ruined;
My week has been ruined;
I.., I have been ruined, until you recover my sanity.

Once you're rehabilitated I'll return to bliss.
Until then I'll roam this abyss emotionless,
as if this phone call stole every bit of hope
and benevolence I had stored away in my
battered soul leaving me as optimistic as
a man who will never see the beauty of day again
through his own eyes.