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.