Anguish. Poem by Wade Harlaine

O raging heart why do you burn so
Am I to never escape your wicked flames
To feel the calm of a still ocean
To be apart from spiteful games
O wind will you not be still
Must you enrage infernal pains
Am I to roast in lusting embers
Until I reassemble charcoal remains
O sea will you not release me
Or is it evils hand that gains
Will you not wash away this wanting
Before my heart suffocates in chains
I beg leave: my final words are spoken
This will, this man, is broken.