Affliction Woe

Affliction Woe
By: Adam M. Snow

Here I am alone again thinking of a single rose that bleeds;
for I am suffering with this pain that grows like weeds.
There's something going on inside my head;
it's making me insane calling out, "Affliction woe."
The voices echoes "Let it show."

What does this mean, "affliction woe?"
I ask myself, "What does it want me to show?"
I'm alone in this room so I thought;
that's when I notice something in this mirror that I long fought.
"Affliction woe" he said as the voices echoes yet again, "Let it show."

"Let what show?" I ask. The voices replied, "Affliction woe; let it show."
Oh my agony how my heart aches; my body's also numb;
is this truly what I've become?
I hear it yet again the voices whispering, "Affliction woe; let it show."

What does it want from me?
For I know not what the curse may be.
Affliction woe it calls out;
what is this all about?

Is this but a curse of my misery?
To me this is all but a mystery.
"Affliction woe" the voices cries, "Let it show."
"Let what show!?" I screamed out.
The voices replied, "Affliction woe; let it show."

I'm staring out through this frost covered window;
with the voices crying out, "Affliction woe."
How long must I go through this?
Quoth the voices, "Let it show."

The night is now dreary and cold like ice;
for my pain keeps lingering on not once but twice.
Am I truly alone in this room so dark and dreary?
Who am I now also weary?
"Affliction woe" the voices echoes yet again, "Let it show."

Is it my pain that it want me to show?
Is that what they meant by affliction woe?
Quoth the voices, "Let it show."

It was this pain that caused my heart to ache, my body to be so numb
and I thought my end would truly come.
Now I know for me to be free from this pain called affliction woe;
that I should always let it show.

The tears run down my eye as I finally let it show;
for I was once lost long ago.
I thank the voices for opening my heart;
for nevermore well I fall apart.

My heart doesn't ache; my body's no longer numb;
no fear of affliction woe to come.
For I hear the voices echoing let it show, no more.
The room is no longer dark now I can see;
that this is truly, truly for the best of me.

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[J.A.N]

Dark and dangerous,
creeping in with the repetition
of "afflection woe,"
"let it show,"
So lost, and the pain,
everything was truly haunting.
And it turned, with a twist, of hope.
So beautiful, I must say.

great write;
-j

[Raivenne]

"Affliction woe" // "Let it show."

I like the repetition of those two phrases, it is haunting. I also liked that "nevermore" was used in your write for it was a bit "Poe"ish. The last three stanzas of hope turn it around nicely.