The Strain
by Sam M. Phillips

Stay away,
I have no trick to play,
I doubt you’d understand anyway.

The lay of the land
That I trace with my hand
Is only a strand.

A broad band thinning,
Winding wind winning,
Solipsistic sinning,
Gregarious grinning.

I’m skinning myself,
So bereft of help,
I yelp under the knife,
Eviscerate my own life.

I seek strife
For inspiration,
Catch the drops of perspiration.

This elation so broken,
A token effort,
An affront to all that is good.

I should build hope,
But I’m barely able to cope,
The slope of the letters betrays.

Lightning bolt plays
Its way across the page,
I am the eternal sage.

Watch me reincarnate,
Resuscitate yet again,
The strain!

Yet I go through this pain
So you may see
A true part of me.

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