Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I've made my choice
My heart is a pile of melted steel.
Perhaps it will mend in time, but I've no faith in that.
I stand tall, a monolith of no fear.
I'm hesitant to care, fiddling with my disease
Like it were a new toy.
It burns within me, a bitter flame that
Travels up and down my spine,
Mapping pain at each vertebrae.
Another reminder of all that I carry.
My lungs heave, so heavy with the rain of depression.
I could sleep for years, but I know
I don't have many of them left.
10-2-11
Perhaps it will mend in time, but I've no faith in that.
I stand tall, a monolith of no fear.
I'm hesitant to care, fiddling with my disease
Like it were a new toy.
It burns within me, a bitter flame that
Travels up and down my spine,
Mapping pain at each vertebrae.
Another reminder of all that I carry.
My lungs heave, so heavy with the rain of depression.
I could sleep for years, but I know
I don't have many of them left.
10-2-11
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I`ve made my choice
I`ve made my choice