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.