ANGST AND AGONY

pathos and pain symetry

The pain!

The treachery!

The transition of tranquility to sordid traitorism

The extreme exitation of good will upon my own to be followed by the shallow

pathos of "no hope".
 
As I am slammed into position, my eyes reluctantly close and I brace for more.

Tham! 

Ugh!
 
I feel a pain as never before I thought possible. 

A tear of my fabric

A jolt careens toward my heart.

The sensation in my brain is the grating that the live grain feels against the pestle.

Tham!

Ugh!

And once again I feel that which mortal giants are made small.

I want to enclose myself into a fetal lull, but I am driven towards primal battle.

As my eyes open I see through blood webbed ether and focus on my mental

conciousness.

Tham!

Ugh!

I am now a star of energy that is driven by the punctures of my extremeties.

I am lifted into place on the mount and peer down upon matriarchal weeping, and

tears being shed,

For what?

Save me!  I think aloud

My eyes close again and now I weep.

I am the lost son.

I am alone once again.