Where Did I Put my Humor?

My humor it seems,

Has died for now,

Yes, taken the plunge, as it were,

Into a river of scrunge,

With out it’s ducky or sponge…

Peace though I seek,

Its humor that does peak,

My insight, my outsight and my eyesight,

Hardly ever am I right…

My humor, as stated above, has died a horrible death,

Drowning, watching those last rivulet bubbles of breath,

As it sank into the muck and mire,

Of the river of fire, running through my brain, like a train…

Hail to the gods, my humor taken from my head,

To be replaced with a tumor of ill will, awaiting to be fed,

Fear not oh minions of Christianity,

The gods I herein speak,

Come from my own depths of inhuman anxiety…

Depression it seems has me in its clutches,

So much for the medications I use to combat it, yes my crutch,

Is this what has transpired within my psyche of late?

Am I honor or is it humor bound in this world to bring forth, being my fate,

That which I need to feed the tumor,

Replacing that which is my humor, or is it altogether too late to reopen the gate…

                             © ed – 5/14/04