Pain Mismanagement

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I am bitter and withdrawn,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