Analysis of The Immortal

I wallow in the muddy bog of despair
I weep beneath the willow
My thoughts twisting like a river that bends over itself
Again and again

The sky turns gray
The heavens unleash the dogs of hell
I am soaked to the bone
And deep in the throes

I walk the path of trail blazers past
And climb a mountain to the top where the trees won’t grow
Standing on a rocky ledge
Looking at the creator’s creation
I am humbled

With my hands balled into fists
Wrapped in self-pity, loathing and fear
I pummel the horizon
And give a primordial scream
Its echo bouncing into eternity
And tearing a hole through my warried heart

Emotionally spent, I gasp for air
It is pure, not polluted by the polluter
The taste is like nothing and everything
In the presence of angels, touched by the immortal
I, a mere mortal am reborn