This Little Shape(March 1, 2010)

This Little Shape
March 1, 2010

The pain strikes,
like a snake it strikes.
The moment comes,
as fast as lighting it comes.

Covered in a cage,
wrapped in cloth.

Not the safest place in the world,
for this little shape,
the shape guarded by little,
controlled by one.

It is attacked,
with little to nothing,
except edges of a blunt axe.

Repeatedly attacked.

It is always moving until the end,
it knows not when it will drop,
drop into a sensation like a pit.

Dull.
Black.

It is hard to recover,
when so little brings it back.