Words strain
Though my pamphlets they stain
Thoughts are drain
and ink is pain
Black the rain
nourished my brain.
Stuck between an inner chain
To my thoughts I waved from a train
but forever betrayed.
I vexed my vein
with some cocaine
Thinking that I could obtain
or further explain
why am I slain
by the dearest .
Oh thoughts , nourish me.
I pray , forever entertain .
YOU ARE READING
SHALL
PoetryRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
