The
Grinding
It hurts,
The grinding of my heart.
It grinds and grinds than falls
apart.
The grinding of my soul.
The hard destruction without a
goal.
The grinding of my thoughts.
The ground up pieces of ideas not
caught.
The grinding of my life.
A constant war with constant
strife.
The grinding of my teeth.
The world on top and me beneath.
Atlas let go.
.....I Can't.
It Hurts.