A lifelong emptiness has remained. A myriad victories it has claimed. Never has there been a true contender, just a long list of pretenders. Now I am faced with a unique blend of pain, from which my heart refuses to refrain. A layer deeper is now compounded, making the loneliness more well rounded. My thoughts are my only company, yet they grant me no epiphany. How easy it is to ache, whether asleep or awake. I am under a heavy load, as I am crawling up a rough road to a place I surely forebode. Expressions never heard. Journals as if they never occurred. Many cries to shifting shadows with diminishing vows. I am emotionally volatile and readily hostile. I am dealing with this perpetual un-fulfillment as I look for the blessed vent. How long must I sing this sad song?
Originally Published as "Perpetual Pain"