Frustration unable to vocalize;
No means of expression, kept
Locked up within, growing,
Festers into sickness, ailment.
Exercise, the expenditure of
Excess energy, relieves pent
Up, gradually reducing conflict
Between desired and reality.
Sweat, tears, blood; the
Shedding of which drains
Away, leaving calmness
Less the tumultuous storm.
Incomprehensible, confusion,
Mounting. Pressure against
The dam, building slowly until
Release. Crack and collapse.
Bursting forth as destructive
Power. Annihilating all dare
Venture into its path. First
Victim however is that dam.
Translation? Frustration
Unrelieved, eventually ends
In self-harm, physical
Liberation of psychological tension.
Blood that flows, wetly
Crimson, a flaw deliberate
That cannot be mended,
Weeping copiously a while.
A malady, ostracised, often
Misunderstood. Yet simple
Explanation, common sense
To those sorely afflicted.
Sweat, tears, blood. Cry
Instead, no pain, only
Embarrassment. Or work
Out that body instead.
Now that frustration waiting
To be set free in physical
Separation, dying cells.
Pause. Suppress it, live!
No more scarlet weeping.
Remedy that, not thought
Only action. Blade kept
Away, played in the mind.