Discomfort

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Penni Livingston

The point of the bayonet we all know

the sharpness of pain

Who holds the weapon against us

what tries to gain

The forceful impulses do

damage my nerve

Knocking out walls that

no longer serve

Suffering must have its rightful work

or why is it showing

I wish not to be a detective in search

of what needs knowing

Can I not rest from the world’s

many wiles

I tire of the decades of

unrestrained trials

Even as death seems an unwanted

flipside

From Life’s seeming cruelties

none can hide

I don’t wish to look upon

reality’s mirror

I don’t even know what it is

I fear

Oh that the severity might soon

cease

And understanding of Self

jar full release.