Binding Pain
This aching heart slowly disintegrates
in the bitter walls of this weary old shell.
This effort has been in vain, for I’m spinning
around in circles and every path I take looks
the same.
As I stumble my way across this endless field,
rain starts pouring down, softening the earth
into a filthy dark swamp.
My muddy feet are strained on this foul cold
soil and every step its another dead end. As
my legs become numbed I’m trapped on this
void that will only lead to my death.
Pain is all that’s left and even though everything
seems worthless now, this tired body refuses
to give in.
