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Pain
by Tammy Hendrix
From the bowels is where I cry. An ambitionless soul is who am I.
Having no aim, no goal to ponder nor joy in life or dreams to wonder.
From the depths of here I cannot stray.
Carry me now is the plea I pray.
I am of no value, my worth is void, empty inside desires destroyed.
It invades my peace, my minds awry, even my
hand has lost its stride.
I force the words through darkened clouds to express what is forbidden to speak aloud.
Focus takes force, I struggle to show and put forth offerings of what I know.
See me now, by this I teach how inherent truth do lies impeach. Forever I carry what's willed to me.
From generation to generation the lies the key.
Yet the key to what is the question at hand.
Perhaps to the disarray of our mental waste land.
Why was it then?
Why is it this way now?
My souls endless torture is what lies in the bowels.
So unify me, awing, blinding, bright light.
You've carried me before through a life defining fight.
I beseech your pervading warmth, your power once more, for my strength is failing me, fighting the demons that roar.
AMEN
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Ballad of Unity
