Grinds and Grinds
Each day witness the
destruction of my soul
Each day observe the
reconstruction until I am whole
Shreds until nothing whole
is left
Gather my remnants until
all energy is spent
Is this some diabolical
game of the gods?
Destroying my mind to
watch me re-pod?
How evil is this act to
tantalize a man
To push and pull the
emotions of my eyes, no plan
Do you watch me from high
or am I rationally denied?
Break the straight edge to
destroy a lie?
Or is that edge a ledge
off of which you die?
Resist despite the tears
of loneliness I cry
Regret of no consequence,
the metal strings take my pain
I do not understand why I
am viewed with disdain
Nothing out there my mind
reminds
It is me, by chance constructed so that grinds
and grinds
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