Journal of Pain

The lies hidden
Twice remembered
One more time they will never be forgotten

None wish to hold this book
This pen lies within our own grasp
We hate this book
This journal of time

We find ourselves scribbling names
Over and over it is an addiction
Like scratching an open wound
One thousand names written by one hand

Every name is uniquely the same
How many books have been filled
How many times will we write our own name
Tomorrow will end the writing

Today never seems to end
My body aches with the pain of my heart
Beyond the grasp of fire
The book lies hidden with my heart