Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Agony (Poetry)

The pain makes me tremble.

It pierces with dull blades,

Sharp when water flows.

It burns my blood.

When my mind is clouded,

my body becomes a rod

attracting all kinds of thoughts.

My back feels heavy.

My legs sting.

The hornets hide in every crevice

and poke with awful sting.

My soul stands up against it,

saying, "No you don't

not this time."

But the shell I occupy

turns traitor.

and I crumble with little strength.

I rebel against my fate

and bear the agony alone,

hiding the ashes within my throat, 

withering slowly within my heart.

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