A Seething Woe

Minutes creep, Hours sweep Sleepless nights the shackles become too tight Bounded by you day and night One,two,three….. Here comes the Shattering foe , a seething woe I don, as I walk a heavy load A precise weight: Ten thousand yoke! It holds for me a heavy score For I “Fall upon the thorns of life I bleed’ Phantoms of my sleep Countless and boundless they stretch upon a shrouded course The burden of long past ordeals I carry, I bear Like the very scarlet letter, I stand here, I wear The hearts of many, with bare hands I tear A fleeting goodness, a howling soul Darkness engulfs…. The past wounds of countless souls, is what I! Me! The Misanthropic wore….