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Pain, Like No Other

By Peter Scott

Seething with anguish
I sit here now
My worst fear
Holding my hands
In a love grip
I long to share elsewhere
I can not write
I can not draw
I can not sit
Movement yet leading me to
Fall
Tightening on my hope like a vice
Everything goes
Nowhere but everywhere
A line passes me by
Then two
It stings
Hurts my soul
My greatest of enemies
Has challenged again
I flee
No place to run
Pressure mounting
Crushed by the sun
I can not move now
Slightly bent
How will I overcome
The time with the gun?
Living is tough
Barrel to my brow
Clashing of ideas
Feelings of loss and worry
I try to read
How I long to produce
Granimals at my throat
Deadlines in the shadows
Techniques rampant
Wasted space only a second away
Will acception grant me
A masterpiece or self pity?
Longing to live
Sentenced by the sun
The verdict is reduction
Temporary diffusion
Tormenting me like a crisp
Fighting to live
I lose my life
Death oh holy
Helps me not
I seek asylum
In myself
However
The cause is not the cure
My friends teach me not
Pounding at the desire
Of temporal lust
A choice is given
The finger or a glimpse of
The hand
Straining for wholeness
Damning myself will not do
A stand must be taken
Words without sound
Filtering through pain
Creation and motherhood
The fight now raged
Rousing my
Holy spirit friend
It was slow
But he is there
Transforming
Metamorphosing my paper
Poisons now power
What kills can also
Create
My enemy in retreat
I salvage what I can
The threat still there
Creased though
Limpid
Near death...
This time won
Tomorrow undecided.



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