A Callous Malaise

Job-like and persistent
this season continues
so woeful and unending
with lamentation after lamentation

We mourn and our heart breaks
a little more each day
so vexed and dejected
can I feel much more?

I feel affliction until
I feel no more
to protect from the distress
of a poor harassed heart
until it all becomes a callous malaise

For this is where immense and incessent suffering leads
not to screaming or sorrow
but to despondency, you see

For there is no delight or bemoaning
or wailing or hopefulness here
paralyzed, aloof, and apathetic sleep.