Anguish
I groan as anguish rips through me,
Starting in my feet,
A dull ache felt deep
In my bones,
Through my toes.
Creeping up through my veins,
Eating up my legs,
A cramping that stays
In my limbs,
Through my arms.
Tingling, numbing, I can't seem
To feel my fingers,
A pain that lingers
In my chest,
Through my breast.
Digging its way inside-
Layer by layer,
Deeper and deeper-
Holding my conscience captive;
Plauging my mind,
Bidding its time,
In my heart,
Through my soul.
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