The Death Ache
This is my newest poem: Doctor, Slice me open! Rid me of this endured sickness Infecting the penetralia of my soul. I worship the true musician With locks of gold; A god of treasured words. He makes me retch. Staring at the blue liquid, I know, I am trapped among ghosts. My face is red, you ask. It's from bloody tears. The past is forever present Only untouchable. I hit the pane of glass by day. Breaking through by night. He says we will creep together. He yearns for my love, But he is deaf to my speech. Oh, erase these ballads of woe swirling in my head! My heart has bled a thousand times From the razors and daggers of life. A myriad of broken vows, murdered dreams. Wrench it out, I beg you! Saw off my blistered feet. I don't wish to run after love. A cruel wind I cannot catch. A beat I fail to ke