The Sword

THE SWORD

The searing pain
from the
double edged sword,
As it plunges
deep within my flesh.
Is no new
sensation to me.

This pain
I have borne
For many revolutions
Of the lunar orb.

Many stars
Have watched
from the midnight sky
As the darkness
Came upon me
Time after time.

I have forever been trapped
by my fears, thoughts,
and immobility
through the years.
A self induced
Purgatory.
If you will.

So many tears
have run
without restraint
down my flushed cheeks.

Enough
To fill the river
everflowing
with my lost dreams.

Do not pluck
this Trophy
from my chest.

Then I will surely die.
For it has
become
a part
of me.