Slow Descent

Poem....Slow Descent

Dark shadows cross my page
Confusing meanings of words I write
Colours blending and intersecting
Confusing meanings of colours I see
Sounds of groaning and distant thunder
Cupping my ears for danger's closeness
I sit here near pen and inkwell anticipating
This dark poem soon to unveil itself
In script of meaningful dark terrors
And readers to be infected with words
That are disguised for their undoings
Should I give warnings of this poem's intent
Or let Insanity begin it's slow descent