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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