Lately... Poem by DM W

Lately, I'm plagued by dreams in which I am dying.
I fall into unfathomable darkness. And
Clearly no one can hear my silent screams.
Is this a bleak omen of things to come or the
Usual effects of way too much alcohol?
It's, after all, that season of making merry.
I worry that excess creativity tends
To go hand in hand with death and blind destruction.
It seems that, through my pain, at times, I can compose
Myriad forms- worlds of beauty in the twinkling
Of an eye. I've noted that the more detached I am
from ordinary ways, the greater is the harvest.
I'm haunted by regrets for past misadventures;
For severe judgements I've made that didn't bend.
Although I've remained true, and suffered, for my art,
In many ways, I've closed myself off from thriving life.
I'm beginning to pay a heavy price for my
Self imposed isolation. These dreams trouble me.
Perhaps they're a warning sign that things need to change.
In the New Year, I intend to embrace the Light.