Each time I tell, begins again the anguish.
Each time, uncertain of the outcome I speak
Against the tide of voices that tell me I should not!
And in those moments an exchange takes place
Somewhere on invisible yet highly perceptible planes
A withdrawal is made from pains account
The balance is lessened. Perhaps only by a cent
it is almost imperceptible yes, But this is a life savings
It is not drawn down in a moment.
Yet, in the telling, in each exchange,
The day draws nearer that the account will drop.
perhaps To zero
Edited by newground (05/22/13 06:06 PM)
Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!"