The power of weight <br />crushing down on me. <br /> <br />An uphill struggle <br />of <br />mind and body, <br />in unison behavior. <br /> <br />Breathless endeavors <br />and a fire inside, <br />never quieted <br />yet disquieting. <br /> <br /> <br />Like a locomotive <br />on uphill auto pilot. <br />cannot rest, <br />cannot stop, <br />restless moments are these. <br /> <br />Here, <br />at home, <br />endorphins pumping <br />rage let, <br />anger driven, <br /> <br />a steady berating <br />of bereavement. <br /> <br />Wrenching pain <br />as body tears. <br /> <br />the pain <br />of desire, <br />regression, <br />and the toxins of nightly <br />excess. <br /> <br />Power punching, <br />moment grasping, <br />movement raging, <br /> <br />This, <br />the only outlet <br />for a caged soul. <br /> <br />Every Night <br />tortured body <br />lack of sleep <br />alcoholic boredom. <br /> <br />Every day <br />another fight, <br />A maze <br />round a row <br />and a row <br />in a maze. <br /> <br />A restless mind <br />and a broken gaze. <br />Elucidating an oxymoron <br />of a boy in a mans body. <br /> <br />Yet, <br />always, <br /> <br />again <br /> <br />A <br />Steady berating <br />of bereavement. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gyms-and-gin/
