Pain

It feeds, it grows, it’s tentacles gripping and digging into the flesh as it sucks away at life.
Try and try with all your might to fight it with draining strife,
Still it feeds and grows, the tentacles gripping ever tighter,
Try, as you will , to push it away and be a stronger fighter,
The infinite sadness weighing on your shoulders as you pray for the strength to fight another day,
Hope flits in and out over time as the battle rages on to my dismay.
Burning into the blackness arrives the red madness like a surging tide over the eyes, no more sight or presence of mind.
It’s burrowing deeper within the flesh, the tentacles, oh how they bind.
The burning red fissure is forming with every passing year.
Still you fight as the tentacles grip tighter and tighter without fear.
The mounting high pitched pressure with each passing day brings about perceived weakness that you wish would go away.
You think as long as you don’t think it will all go away.
Not so true when it came back today.
Try and try to forget what you must,
Survival is key in that you trust.