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Posted - 02/09/2007 : 07:20:01
A Thousand Little Daggers
Shawn Smith - Feb 9, 2007
A thousand little daggers
they pierce my body
inflicting me with pain
inflicting me with mental anguish
Although I am no one's savior
I have been crucified
over and over again
yet refuse to give up the ghost
No mark will be found
no microscope will discover its origin
no philosopher will unravel its meaning
no physician will deliver a cure
Why hast thou forsaken me
oh my sanity?
what madness is this
that torments me night and day?
I toss to and fro upon my bed of affliction
maddening nightmares torment my soul
I am overtaken with exhaustion
I see the world only through a prism of pain
It is not my body that bleeds
nor is it pierced through with many wounds
but the soul within me
cries out with unspeakable rage
Somewhere in the dark of night
a little child weeps
for fear of the dark
yet no one answers the agonizing pleading for deliverance
The breast is now dried up
the womb remains barren
the bones are old and brittle
the voice, once strong, now shakes with feebleness
Yet the child longs for its suckle
the warmth and security of its former abode
the assurance that all is well
and that he will be taken care of
I cry to you
my God
my savior
for I am unable to deliver myself
A thousand little daggers
a thousand nights
a thousand candles all snuffed out
a thousand tears are wiped away
Into the lake, poor Icarus,
you plunge into your watery grave
the ploughman may have heard the splash
but the ship of life obliviously sailed calmly on
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