Anger Enters The Throne Poem by Lelene Michel

Sometimes you seek support from another and find yourself alone.
Further into the blackness, sadness takes the human form and sits in
the room.
Obtaining all the air that I breathe- I die a little more each time.
Tightness in my chest an attack begins, sadness begins his
destruction.
I push back, tears pour out, prayers unanswered- soon he enters my
flesh
and dwells in my bosom; lost without proper perception I embody the
form.