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No comfort
It aches,
can't be held,
like an infant crying,
can't be comforted,
it cries,
can't wipe its tears,
for it has no mug,
time when you have all nevertheless
none to do,
it bleeds not,
unlike a critical wound,
its scars are not seen,
for it hath no skin,
separate me from it,
sole for a day,
pleading like a slave,
kneeling and hands holding tight to thy master,
until my request is fulfilled.
it aches,
surely does without mercy,
that's when I should abide....
though rock after rock cometh my way,
I have no say
it aches,
heavy inside of me,
as though all my burdens I have swallowed,
find me a dictionary
with the right words
for it aches,
slowly, nicely, slow poison.
© ©MT-Penda
can't be held,
like an infant crying,
can't be comforted,
it cries,
can't wipe its tears,
for it has no mug,
time when you have all nevertheless
none to do,
it bleeds not,
unlike a critical wound,
its scars are not seen,
for it hath no skin,
separate me from it,
sole for a day,
pleading like a slave,
kneeling and hands holding tight to thy master,
until my request is fulfilled.
it aches,
surely does without mercy,
that's when I should abide....
though rock after rock cometh my way,
I have no say
it aches,
heavy inside of me,
as though all my burdens I have swallowed,
find me a dictionary
with the right words
for it aches,
slowly, nicely, slow poison.
© ©MT-Penda
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