home | archives | bio | stories | poetry | links | guestbook | message board
previous | poetry index | next

Suffering

 

Oh world -
Why must thou oppress me in all -
consummate suffering,
a monstrous compilance of pain -
an immense collection of intense emotions. 

THE PAIN ----
My strength is all but gone.
The bile has built as I have fought the
unrelenting onslaught -
relaxation - Ha!
The pain merely changes -
fury to terror,
terror to horror,
horror to suffering,
suffering to depression,
depression to
PAIN
My entire system seems fused with
the concordant suffering

My mind is intact but still besieged. 

I beseech you, world -
FREE ME!
RELEASE ME FROM THIS HELL - 

There is no cost too great:
even death is acceptable if it be
the only way to escape the
agony.

 


previous | poetry index | next
home | archives | bio | stories | poetry | links
| guestbook | message board

Suffering, by Paul Cales, © 1986