Agony!

With sharpened axe you splice and splice again
Repeatedly you strike
Should I forget your name
You take a rest and burn and ache and swell
Until old familiar returns to bring me Hell
You rage in Devils angry fire
Keep me awake 
I can not sleep through depth of mire
You drill with pressure, 
push, pummel and pull
You drag, drain and dull -
to peace - short while
Praise be!  Amen!...
but not for long...
with wrong move 
or slight of weather
start over again...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Dietrich Avatar
March 22, 2010 at 12:51 PM
It almost sounds also like a bad trip to the dentist. haha. Yes, it is a great way of portraying agony here, and reminds me of old torture machines! How are you today, Anna-Marie? Luv, andrea
Devonshire Avatar
March 4, 2010 at 7:53 AM
I hate to think of you sleepless, troubled with an "angry fire." But you are right about the need to "start over again" when you're feeling this way. A very compelling poem, Anna-Marie! Excellent! Love, Carolyn
Kendrick Avatar
March 4, 2010 at 4:28 AM
Sounds like a terrible emotional state...Hope that it is not your life but just a topic. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
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