Upon This Yoke I Feed Poem by keith Durante

Damn these rumblings of utter dismay
leaving my thoughts to scatter away
how the mind exists amid such turmoil
cohesive plans just rot and spoil

alone and adrift on a stormy sea
no metaphors to comfort me
no love or fellowship to be found
a thousand worries keep me bound

off in the distance I seek a light
dreaming of a life just right
how not to disdain my mortal search
nor the hope I besmirch

truly the healthy one can see
the pain of such sympathy
to my core I rattle and ache
every minute of breath I forsake

I swear this numbness is not chosen
nor my love that is chilled and frozen
Oh Please! no more victim of need
Upon this yoke I feed...