Pain

Pain,
So agonizing that it burrows into the arm
that writes these words.
To wander in a maze would give me better chance of hope.
I read the stories of ancient writers,
that hit to close to home.
I am locked away in a room,
with baron walls.
and no doors.
Grabing at a heart which no longer beats,
in a steady tone.
And a mind that tumbles like a tempests water,
which builds to a high,
then falls to a still shoreline.

Waiting,
for what I can not say.
But something is for me to find.
But my eyes are not for seeing today.
I do not know why words of this nature,
Comes so easy to a mind that laughs.
But today,
it's a laughter that weeps in its own sight,
So not to flood itself in tears.....