My Ramblings

It’s a never-ending pain, Wrapped in different papers, Everytime But the writhe is same. Chokes the pipe, Smothers the mouth, Screams into the dark Even into the lighted hideaways. With no voice although everytime, You find maneuvers. You burn a hole In your blankets When you sleep, Breathe in the intermittents, Push all your energy To clear out the lacrimal, Et, voila! In the dingy dark labyrinth First time in long time, You muck around in the mess, But could that bring on in the energy To cheer up in the morning. Let the morning come And then the tassels of my blankets decide. It’s a never-ending pain And it’s immense.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------