Agony Stories

It was a heart attack the doctors said,Brought on by overwork and too much stress;He was never going to die in bed,It is true, but I would hazard a guessThat this was only part of the real truth,And there was much more to it than they thought.Of course, he wasn't in the flush of youth,And at times seemed a little overwrought,Always burning the candle at both ends.He had been so happy these last few years,But just last wee...

There is only darknessWhere all others hide their souls,A gravity so uglyWhere the air is rank and noisomeAnd the darkling ghosts hide screamingIn the humming, chasmic voidWhere she hides forgotten secretsIn the place she finds no floor.There are chains wrapped tight around herWhere vainglory's efforts fellIn existence ever futileWhen her life is reeking sicklyWhere the stink of rotting fettersDig in flesh so fat and weak...

Some certain ransom in this agony, To write, to tell, recount, recite… That majesty of lying and signing that purified fraud a story is, How shameless could be asking a poem ask you things instead of me, And who is me? Some certain freedom in this rhapsody, To touch, to smell, to taste and bite… That alchemy of hiding by carrying that glorified mask a hero is, How aimless of me asking ten pens what they’ve sensed that I c...

I live in physical pain each and everyday; I had a terrible fall and now unfortunately live this way. I need to have a certain type of surgery, to fix this agony;I lose my mind and always my sanity. My knee is swollen and twice its size;The pain just makes me want to cry. Every three months, I get my knee drained;It feels a little better, but I still complain. The doctor gives a shot of a type of steroid;It helps for a fe...

At times my thoughts are profound and darkAt times things I think are austere no spark At times they consume causing much agony At times I allow them to progress too gluttony At times I have lost every bit of self controlAt times losing all semblance heart and soul At times not able to be the person others seeAt times making me who I don't want to be At times my thoughts fill up with curiosityAt times in my mind they bree...