Filling
Aching,
Screaming,
Pounding Pain,
Spin my world and Split my brain.
It hurts,
It mars,
It swells,
Just rip it out and Wish me well
Gold,
Copper,
Cement,
Whatever penny need be Spent
Gas,
Needle,
Pill,
Knock me out and do your Will, but the
Aching,
Screaming,
Pounding Protest
That Ends my World and Breaks my Breast
It hurts,
It mars,
It swells,
A broken Heart has no Qualms,
No Gold,
Copper,
Nor Bronze,
Ebbs the Flow of Niobe’s Tears
The unstoppable power
Of Heartbreak
Of Trembling Earthquake
Sobs
Pull My Hair
And Rip my Clothes
in Sorrow
Eating away like Venom
But alas
There
Ahead
Blazes a Fire
Lighting Men
Emblazing the Earth
Calming Wisdom
of Calamity
You fend the
Vultures
from my Raw side
and Scorching Stone
Pry the World
from my
Shoulders
with Herculean Strength
Collect the Acidic
Hate
Dripping upon my Eyes
With Saintly Virtue
You fill the Hole
Burned through my Heart
with but a Butterfly’s
Kiss of Your Love
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