Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets..
In a Dark Cave
I see the unseen
knife twist in your gut.
It slices into me as well,
a pale shadow to yours,
but I feel it just the same.
If I could take it all I would,
to eliminate what you feel.
from sunrise to sunset.
I admire your strength,
I cry at times
I love it so.
Your torments deserve accolades but instead you
just get more of the same pain
day after day.
I wish I could name your enemy,
put form to the intangible,
call out your pain to the floor
and wrestle it into submission.
I dream of being a knight,
riding out to the field to slay the dragon
that breathes its fire into you
I would cut off its head and stab it
through its evil heart.
But your pain is hidden,
in a dark cave it dwells deep.
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