Mood Ring

He wore his Character like a Mood Ring.

The anxiety, apprehension

of what each new day would bring...

He hadn't smiled in such a long while

Such a sensitive soul who seemed to harbor

the weight of world problems on his shoulders -

ongoing wars, the 'tit for tat' word artists in politics,

the declining corrosion of the planet, all of it

induced an apathy and started to seem meaningless

in the 'bigger picture' the grand scale of it all.

In the earlier days the Mood ring exuded such gaiety

frivolity, his light-heartedness was so infectious 

when times were less convoluted, less polluted.

His Darkness enrobed me, engulfing

like the shadow of a golden eagle flying low, overhead...

an aura of negative energy surrounded his very being

A thunderous charcoal cloud, absorbing, soaking up 

fragments of fractured light.

The emotional Vampire with a Charred past

lay heavily like an invisible Yoke around his neck -
She whom is Not to be mentioned...

the abuser in All it's ugliest forms...
The tragic early years, the mental and physical scars

shadowing the burden just beneath the surface

Little reminders that would open up like a fresh wound.

He tried so hard to put the past behind him -

for the sake of his sanity, and others

but he felt 'Branded' 

A Soul so severely engraved cannot be just snuffed out

like the fragility of a moth.

akin to the Mood ring

he shines in phases, different shades 

that temporarily Fade...

D.C.M