2004-02-23: 12:53 a.m.

Room for Pain

(2-12-04)

Eating, gnawing, growing pain
Tongue whips my soul into shredded pieces
Chilling, frightening, hellish terrain
My living days the precincts of reality seizes.

Faltered, weakened, failing conviction
Disparaged dreams sit rocking on the floor
Aching, throbbing, pulsing lesion
Deep-rooted wounds start bleeding more.

Shrinking, drying, wilting bloom
Buoyant days seem to have seen their last
Darkened, shadowed, solitary room
Dwell the pungent phantoms of the past.