Pained and Ailing
A knot pulled in the gut,
a lynch tangled in the neck
shattering the lungs-
how much pain,
how much sordidness
do I need to feel alive?
I squirmed in flames
in a bed of leonine coals
and the dead stone's mangled
to create a pallid flicker of light -
the only stain of hope
in its drab lifelessness
This weak vessel
is once again wrecked;
How many damn should I give?
How many damn should I take?
I am out of death sticks,
I am out of death tricks,
I am full of self-deceit
veiling all my hopes, yearnings
and other sublime destructions;
I am pained and ailing.
poem by Norman Santos
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