The Hook of Human Torque


The Hook of Human Torque

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Avaricious my need for gain,

the state of my physicality,

my association with wooden life,

the soulless burden of form.

I slip so unpretentiously to the pale side of want,

not serenity of mind or salvation sought,

just the lowly affliction of affluence,

guides me to realms so base.

I twist and turn from my fulcrum sound,

my heart racing while time imparts,

and touch I do the distant taunts,

the incidental sensual life of pain.

My mind wishes to hold its own, unchallenged,

but my body delivers a reality removed,

unrelenting and persuasive for its material existence,

dragging me down to levels unwanted.

My thoughts flow with particular clarity,

unreserved and pending acknowledgement,

above the traffic of physical life below,

the jagged edge of humanity’s being.

I can but climb the winding stairs to vision,

beyond the physical encumbrance,

with my thoughts each step to find,

and become delivered from my stone bed,

the pain of earthly life.

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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks for reading Nefarious_Misery. Glad you enjoyed it.

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Nefarious_Misery 5 years ago from on the move

Beautiful - the struggles within with an outward tone. Love it. Voted up

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