Life
Fineness who shall from this Life raise a
Soul disappeared In many ways sadness bolts of Bones
That fettered stands there Feet and manacled in hand
Here blinded with an Eye and where deaf with the
Whisper of an Ear a soul hung up as 'twere in chains of
Nerves and arteries and veins tortured besides each
Other part in vain Head and double Heart kindness who
Shall me deliver whole from bonds of this tyrannic Soul
Which stretched upright impales Me so that mine own
Precipice I go and warms and moves this needless
Frame a fever could but do the same and wanting
Where it's spite to try has made Me live to let me fly a
Body that could never rest since this ill spirit possessed
What magic could Me thus confine within another's
Grief to pine where whatsoever it complain I feel that
Cannot feel pain and all my care Itself employs that
To preserve which Me destroys bad words out this poem.
Copyright © Martinez Roberson | Year Posted 2005
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