Burning

Burning, the ache of muscles overused-
I am weary in walking.

Burning, the ache of sleep withheld-
I am weary in waking.

Burning, the ache of a heart abused-
I am weary in loving.

I burn, I ache, I scream.
Yet the pain,
Lacing through my every nerve,
Is my lover-
It embraces me, reassures me,
Whispers to me in the dark,
Reminding me of
Humanity.

by James Grengs

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