The Undesirable Escape...

Every now and again,
A day comes to pass,
That wrings the vain,
Holds a harrowing glass.

The bastard smile hurts,
Born of no real joy;
The gloom, in spurts,
Its forces does deploy.

The eyes won't tear,
Nor will they shut,
Leaving you to fear,
Staring at the gory rut.

Having been here,
Familiar is the fright;
The damning you hear,
Marking proliferated spite.

Yet, escaping the plight,
Seems a painful thought;
Relapses of the blight,
Endlessly to be wrought.