Aching Hearts
October 17, 2011
Black beads and crystals are
Flogging my brain with their claims
Their purpose irrelevant to mine
Distracts me from things on my list
Those things keeping me right
Those labors I believe in
The pang of pushing too hard brings on
Other needs,
Other sorrows,
Other worlds of existence.
I cannot go on
In this manner.
If not this path, then which?
If not my life, then whose?
If not this brain, then what piece of flesh
Rolled back to expose the fact
I cannot go on
This way.
Turn the wheel to another test
Close my eyes to another pest
Force the key into the broken box
And magnify the race.
Something must be done
Nothing must be sung
But lullabies for growing cries
And wails of aching hearts.
I cannot go on
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A magnificent narrative of haunting thoughts. Beautifully done!