The "Somber Boy" project: a three part ek phrastic poem.
I can see you floating in your doldrums, somber boy Slowly drifting, drifting, drifting into the chasmOf white light and crumbling joy. Cherish your sorrows; pleasure too grows pale without them.
Somber boy, your chin’s the weight of steelYour countenance is drooping and the day’s just begun. With your visions tunnel clogged with stranger’s heels. How can you expect to ever see the sun
Remember the dismal piercing pain you thought had no endTime, somber boy, is your friend.