The Poison of Empty Pain strikes at me
Reaching deeper than any knife
It rips and tears through my heart
And jams my limbs like steel shards.
Like acid, it seeps through my body
Lacing my blood with poison.
It steals the very breath from my lungs
And makes my chest implode.
The Dull Pain is more than loneliness;
It is a cocktail of despairs.
When all the world is arrayed against me,
I feel it.
So keenly, nothing but this low poison
Which pangs my soul with regret.
No doctor can cure it
No medicine can treat it.
The plague continuously festers.
A happy thought banishes it to remission
But victory can only be fleeting.
Sooner or later, it will happen.
I will see something.
Maybe I will hear something.
A reminder of regret.
A memorial of pain.
Something will stir the poison loose
And it becomes un-settled.
And I, like it, become unsettled.
Forbidden words stir forbidden feelings
Like a cauldron of toxic, putrid Hag’s Brew.
And once again I am condemned to taste
The salty cocktail of my many sorrows.