Vultures

Sadness has 
covered me 
like a 
wet blanket 
that not
even the 
campfire of
levity can 
penetrate dour
and damp 
I shiver
beneath the 
weight of 
my uncertainty 
sleep will
never come 
rather these
circling thoughts 
like vultures 
overhead waiting 
to pick
upon the 
corpse of 
my now
cold optimism