#deadly-tournamenttorment
Death jousts with pain
each day of life
in a deadly tournament
each side waiting
for the silk scarf to fall.
In vain they wait
as the me between
shrinks into a senseless ball
of indecision
living a death of sorts
each day.
There is a need to end
the vice-like pain
of living.
To scrape out the anger
burrowing deep
malignant in bone.
There is a love which holds
me bound in a winding sheet
of guilt and fear
to leave you alone
as I was left
by Nanna and the phenobarbitone.
to escape
the daily torment and the pain.
© M.L.Emmett
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC