this dis-ease

 

like sometimes

i feel a hammer in my hand

i hold it

i feel its wood

its heavy metal tip

i am holding it

 

i swing

i swing away

landing blows that

bash burdens and

break ties to things

long passed that

burrowed holes

throughout my inside

 

i swing

hard and harder

i try to hurt

the hurt creeping upon

my psyche

which impedes me

i swing away

 

this dis-ease

i swing