I feel the pain

I feel the pain behind your eyes and pulsing in your veins I feel the strain within the hesitation every pause and reservation and what's to gain? the question lies on every mind that cries out Is it just a game? don't scream or shout, for God won't hear you out I can feel it in the fingers of Jack Frost upon my shoulder love that lingers though you're older burdened like a titan's boulder and the singers of your woe idly smile and watch you go and you know you're never free from this lock that has no key and her glow is all you know; or, I'm just describing me. Mark Burton Monday December 19th 2005, 4:06 A.M.