Looking Up, When Down Poem by Tanner Herndon

Your eyes have plagued my welcome,
That I clearly can see, as something of shortness, not as though,
Breathing is playing slight-of-hand,
But something merely operational, as an error has,
Constructed on our tongues,
We have painted our speech-brushes blood red,
As they have been caught in lies,
I told the truth, to you,
But not so simply was the case, for your issue,
Nihilistic, dark, evil and destructive,
The depression quickly ensued on our love,
Burning down all in its path,
I quickly retreated to a lake house,
A generic retreat for recovery,
It twas our rehab, for a love that has relapsed many a times,
I have counted on this retreat for time,
And time again,
But I saw that it was burning to the ground,
And I wept not, for the loss of this savior,
I calmly walked through the fire, and fell deep,
Deep, down into the black abyss below the flames,
I burned in a circlet of fire, with water licking my lungs,
Like an apologetic dog,
I felt an aching in my heart,
Not from the pressure,
But from all that we lost, you stood above the flames,
And looked down on me,
Just as you always have.