At times the pain that lives in me surpasses all else,
Even my heartfelt desire to love and to live life.
This pain is divided into two hemispheres,
One being of the body, the other of the mind.
The pain of the body is lorded over by the mind forcing it to prod onward.
The mind beaten by the constant overseeing of the body,
Breaks down from exhaustion allowing despair to descend upon it,
Like a reaper in the night carrying them both off into the blackest depths.
The body collapses without its master,
For without the mind the body looses its motivation to exist.
Together they suffer immeasurably as they lay waiting,
Waiting for the smallest glimmer of relief.
At times the pain that lives in me surpasses all else,
Even my heartfelt desire to love and to live life.
This pain is divided into two hemispheres,
One being of the body, the other of the mind.
The pain of the body is lorded over by the mind forcing it to prod onward.
The mind beaten by the constant overseeing of the body,
Breaks down from exhaustion allowing despair to descend upon it,
Like a reaper in the night carrying them both off into the blackest depths.
The body collapses without its master,
For without the mind the body looses its motivation to exist.
Together they suffer immeasurably as they lay waiting,
Waiting for the smallest glimmer of relief.
Photo by Tree of Life Artworks
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