maudlin woes

Dark clouds of vanity,
engulfing me slowly;
horizon of soberness,
constricting – stifling …
am i sane?
My vision of clarity,
blanketed –
by subtle obsession
i take a plunge [into the void]
am i lost?
Drowning in my sorrows,
i’d invited,
that rained on me [heavily];
my only desire…
This fodder of humanity,
i’d taken,
when i came in –
is choking me badly…