Poem 2

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

Divorce me from all that’s sane
Screaming, mute darkness
Descend on this frail frame
I drown in fathomless black space
Light never scratched
The depths of this domain
I see not; yet nothing could be worse
Than the shades
My mind calls herein
Alone at my own wake
The unraveling of reason’s skein

NOTE: It says “THE DARK PLACE” below the poem, and there’s a line from William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence “Some are born to endless night.”