Phantom Pain
Burning, Burning. Writhing. Yearning.
Home is what I hope I’m Earning
In this hopeless plight on Earth.
My worth. My life. My birth. I’m dying.
Blood-soaked bandages – I’m bleeding
From an inner harbor damaged.
Damned – my soul for all it’s worth.
Its plea. Its hope. Its love. I’m dying.
Ripped away from bleeding innards.
Anguish plays the role as savior.
I must lose my deepest part.
He’s hot. He’s cold. He’s gone. I’m dying.
I still feel my soul – though absent.
Burning, writhing, yearning, bleeding.
Pain in phantom harbor aches.
I lose. I weep. I bleed. I’m dying.