Standing at the old lough's edge
I stare into the calm darkly reflecting waters
Under an overarching willow and a newly dawned sun
Dim lights flickering upon the surface
The gently lapping waters bring me no reprieve
I see my shadow-self down there in the dark
He beckons me
Even the spindly limbs of the willow seem to entangle him
Pull him deeper into the oily waters
He smiles
I long to follow his lead
Alas the darkness terrifies me
But the light torments me
I dwell in the misty hinterland between life and death
The doctors the tablets
They cannot help me
Sun or Moon
Plenilune or noon
Loathing or loving
I feel nothing
Only pain
Why not?
Can it be worse than this?
The darkness will bring peace
Let me fall into the blackest sleep
I look to him and his smile so radiant
I reach out and take his murky hand
The quietude is all I crave
The peace of the watery grave