The power of weight
crushing down on me.
An uphill struggle
of
mind and body,
in unison behavior.
Breathless endeavors
and a fire inside,
never quieted
yet disquieting.
Like a locomotive
on uphill auto pilot.
cannot rest,
cannot stop,
restless moments are these.
Here,
at home,
endorphins pumping
rage let,
anger driven,
a steady berating
of bereavement.
Wrenching pain
as body tears.
the pain
of desire,
regression,
and the toxins of nightly
excess.
Power punching,
moment grasping,
movement raging,
This,
the only outlet
for a caged soul.
Every Night
tortured body
lack of sleep
alcoholic boredom.
Every day
another fight,
A maze
round a row
and a row
in a maze.
A restless mind
and a broken gaze.
Elucidating an oxymoron
of a boy in a mans body.
Yet,
always,
again
A
Steady berating
of bereavement.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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