A poem: I might

Tell you something about pain one day.

Psychic pain that frets up and down the very spine of me,

As if I am being played

Pizzicato

‘Come, come, come with us

Do not stay a moment longer.’

They whisper

My fear?

I cannot go on

Facing the world

When all backbone is gone…

But for now

It must be re-forged:

So I am reverterbrated

Laid on #HellsAnvil

Where the heat and the fires and the clanging

and smashing

And the devil himself

Keeps you up to the mark

And

Awake.

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Posted on May 27, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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