Woe be the agony growing in the pit of my stomach
Lanced through the torso by a virtual sword
I cry pardon the strains and pressure of the day
Spoken stresses provide no relief and peace

Should I keel over or collapse
These painful wounds continue to relapse
I find agony in each drink
Pain digested in every meal

A cure for these ailments must be sought
A war for my healing must be fought
For only if my mind is at peace
May my body heal from wounds so deep

Agony strikes and vomit rises
Doubling over again for today
I can’t stop but think paradise awaits
At the end of these troubled days

-Poem by Dragon Blogger