A LIGHT WITHIN A PAIN

Blurring ember of a trackless

slack soothing, quenchless

pounding every chance.

An inch of subtlety to

carry a wound; yielding,

sparkling in mid air

as tiny bits of starlets

drawing the horizon with

piercing balls of fire;

shirking to light

a tremulous substance

in chimerical view.

The howl was like music

proliferating beyond the within;

rewinding, mending, comforting

a replicate concourse of infinity;

resembling a juggling slits,

cursing, winching, drawing

a freshly sliced wound

but the pain was hideously

felt within a censured agony.

Disdained, yes, it may be

but one resolution is yet sublime

to carry on shoulder a demented mind.

No matter what you had been,

bad or good in temporal plane,

to sought justice and mercy in spirit

is your life-long bed of judgment!