Another Day Peppered eyes, burning orbs of fire Dipped in acid, merely the tip The tiniest of annoyance from an endless list, growing, crowding me Where will I put them? – how will I continue to stack them? Each with the shelf life of plutonium, feeding, growing off my pain, discomfort The affliction of my life I try to ignore them, their incessant tugging, poking, prodding Their constant calling, piercing shrieking agony Each playing-off the other, picking-up where the last left unfinished, half-eaten Matches at the ready, hot poker in hand "What is the reason? – the purpose" I ask "What is this lesson which eludes me so?" Camouflaged guerrilla tactics, decoys Forever leading me down the other road, the washed-out detour Further and further from freedom, from peace I would ask why, though see no point I will bear this burden to the best of my ability Keep my mind occupied that I may get through this minute, the next hour, another day MJR
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 15:46:36 +0000
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