Jaberwocky

Please! ,  no more sorrow
There's no more hope or will for me to borrow
I'm in no rush to turn in for tomorrow 
My soul is searing , aching to be purged
I can't put my finger on just what has occurred 
Crept in like a thief in the night , no trace , no word
Ever present without warning or merit 
Truth be told I fear it
But I can't find it
To kill it!
Where do I put my piece
What move do I make to warrant release
Which blade do I draw to slay this beast

By LukeCoomer (c)