May 21, 2010
The fire that consumes me so
Each and every day
That will not go away
Is a whip that deals out blow after blow.

I don’t know how to make it go
So it I must obey;
And so I simply stay
In this heartless, cheerless snow.

I got in here quite suddenly—
I don’t remember when.
Woke up with this disease in me
And the weight of all my sin.
Now I can neither hear nor see
Through all the dark and din.

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