The Aching Spot

A Poem by Killian

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The heart beats fainter losing its once steady flow
Its redness dulled to an aching grey glow
What has happened to my delighted feeling?
Withered away and with it my head seems steadily reeling
From questions and puzzles and riddles and teasers
That slit and split my brain like tweezers
Rusty red and smells of rot
I wish I could ease this aching spot

The drugs I take seem old and time-worn, dead
And useless, and cold, and silent I dread
Where did the songs of the pretty bluebird drift?
With the wind? Bitter and stinging as winter's heartfelt gift
I lie, I sense the blissful songs left long before
Left me lonely, anxious, and wondering ever more
I failed depsite the fact I fought
I wish I could ease this aching spot

The blinking eyes no longer percieve the hope that lies
In the flowing heart of life, that inevitably dries and dies.
How did I let wonderful things take such a tumble?
Clarified in my once mighty voice, which is now a mumble
I thought I could triumph, be distinct and gentle
But now I know that I am broken and mental
Affection I sought and left distraught
I wish I could ease this aching spot

It rumbles within, inciting my thought and my fear
Of losing it all, of that I'm sincere
When will our misfortunes come to an end?
I'd mend all I did if only time I could bend
I'd right all my wrongs, and fix all I broke
Make everything perfect at next you awoke
Make all moments special and not be forgot
And never to feel my now aching spot.