Words cannot narrate it

Expressions cannot contain it

Tears cannot wash it

and mortals cannot understand it.

Such is the pain I feel

in this sick heart of mine

whose source I cannot track, or let heal

through interventions of the divine.

This perennial  suffering

from an indescribable disease

can only end

when I decease.

So I shall wait and wait

until that day arrives

when I can feel no more

and the affliction subsides.

When the oblivion of death overtakes

and my soul passes into the next place,

I shall be delivered of this torment

and my heart will find much solace.

And while I am alive, I will breathe

in the despair and out the grief

and wait, and wait for the apogees

that will bring me my sweet relief.