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This pain is deep.
Massages cannot reach it.
Devours my spirit like consumption.
A cancer that won’t remise.
I’m unable to answer the question, “Why?”
Some try to pacify me with hugs.
It only worsens.
I drive them away with tirades full of cursing.
I’ve grown cold.
No one can stand to hold me.
My frost bites them.
None can console me.
I am bitter and withdrawn,
angry and resentful,
often temperamental,
Cynicism is essential to remaining this frigid.
Loss of love is what did this.
I long to be warm again,
but have lost the will to pursue
that which once warmed me from within…
-HymnAgen
Visuals @ http://headroominations.blogspot.com/2014/09/pain-mismanagement.html
