What is it, that
Aches my heart?
A clot, a bubble,
Or a work of art,
My reeling head
Takes a dip,
Episodes of day
Start to slip.
Foreign thorns,
And harsh dune,
Stings my sight,
The unsettling tune.
Flirting utmost,
Touches my ear,
Trembling aghast,
I watch my rear.
The dull opiate,
Is falling down,
Far below the
Top of my crown.
Averse ache's
Monstrous raid,
Dizzy psyche
Screams for aid.
I seek to forge,
A shield impregnable,
To make the spirit
Bold and stable.
A strong potion,
Can cease the pain,
A reckless solution,
Leaves no gain.
Quiet sensation
Strives to ease,
Bad wounds,
And old disease.
Will, it triumph,
Or fail to conquer,
The flat hilltop,
Stuck at the hanger…