A Soreness

There is a soreness,
A soreness that flows throughout my body,
But not only my body, but my entire being,
A soreness of mind and of soul as well.
It invades my every thought and emotion,
Only encouraged by the circumstance of existence,
Further magnified by the enormity of perception.
It is a soreness that will remain through completion,
And follows through into fulfillment.
It exists always, a constant persistence.
No one knows all of the evil it has caused,
Nobody wants to,
But it is never forgotten, never lost or escaped.
At times it surfaces as anger or sorrow,
While for others it is an inspiration.
It is the author of numerous works,
The painter of many a scene,
The singer of a number of songs.
It is an artist and an intellectual,
It is a zealot and a bum.
But whatever it is, we all know it.
It has made or broken us all.
There is a soreness,
A soreness to which we are all well acquainted.

Peace,
Justin