Dark

Is there a name 

for this impenetrable darkness

that seems to have bathed my 

hands, toes, hair and heart?

Is it called sadness?

But sadness sounds like a consequence,

like a phase or a feeling.

This seems to be a continuum of unhappiness

that turns the ladle round and round

until the milk turns to butter

and my eyes become red rubies

and my cheeks become wet marble.

This seems to be a bed 

on which I must lay alone,

pillow-less,

head resting on the graves of happier days.

Maybe there is a name for this 

thing,

but would just knowing the name

be enough to pull me out of this hole?

Or should I choose the easier option 

of sinking,

drowning,

and being forgotten..?