Rock-bottom

If this loss and

Sickness, tired

Wandering roaming

Is rock-bottom

Then life is such a

Miserable, shallow and
Meaningless thing I'd

Not bother.

This now cannot be

Worst, cannot be as

Bad as it gets

Must be a waystation

On the journey

To Soul,

Must be a skin

Flayed free, and the

Pain and grief and

Overwhelm

Mere markers

That

    we move

In the direction

    of Depth