Analogous

A short days work, reveals a long day’s dirt

As hours of filth ensconce outer clothes

I persist and perspire until it soaks my shirt

And my mind is callous as it erodes

Days of work will come, days of rest will go

But no other experience will show

That whatever scum appear on my body, whole

Will ne’er compare with that of my mortal soul

A slice is all it takes, a prick of pin or shard

The receptors will fire through, stop us hard

To some it is a reminder of our numbness in contrast

To some it shocks, ends a peaceful repast

The Blood asks me to beg

The Pain asks me to cry

But he has not felt the same end as me

And the loss of the need to survive

Only does he know the flesh

Being temporary and fresh

The severance of reality for that second

Does not take hold in my descent

For this is constant – not just for right now

The twitching irritations, emotional manifestations

The shards of dreams that attack my decisions

For the faint of heart cannot make this division

It is one and the same, in pain and derision

One day I will resist, in senseless passion

If I ever give in to selfish abandon

End I will, in the wind’s recanting

Fin