It consumes me,
leaving little more than hope.
It drains me,
leaving enough to cry.

Without form
it shapes my stature.
Without strength
it holds me down.

I can run from it,
yet it finds my hiding place.
I can ignore it,
yet it has me as a captive audience.

My pain has no price tag,
I am in debt for its worth.
My pain comes from no one,
I am the only owner.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards