The Dank

Surrounded by what seems to be
a dankness that absorbs,
the remnants of a dignity, so frail;

that as it slowly dissipates,
what tethers hearts to souls
corrodes, causing consciences to pale.

Then pride, and all integrity
will quickly disappear,
as the greedy dank begins to take a hold;

after shredding weakened heart strings,
and robbing eyes of hope,
it creates what makes them feel so tired, and old.

With new eyes they begin to see,
the parameters, no longer clear,
seems they've lost how to discern 'tween right, and wrong;

and as each mother sheds a tear,
the vile dank just slips away,
from the carnage that remains after it's song.

Vacant lives, so conscience free
walk a dismal, fenceless road,
where the rules, and guidelines wisp into the past;

sometimes, they find their way back
but that's few, and far between,
these souls, are disintegrating fast.

I don't have any way to be
effective anymore,
the danks infectious evil has begun;

too bad about tom morrow
with it's lustre all but gone,
there can be no hope, in horizons with no sun.