In Imaginative Torment

Right off the bat, there's a highlight lament:

In imaginative torment, one can make changes.

Sorrow is a wild, silly, defenseless defiance,

Heart against stone, want crushing against

The locked truth, the impervious occasion,

Yielding only the wash once again into life.

For one who laments, there's no good reason for lament:

One lives through torment, it's anything but a period for changes,

Fixing in one's heart what one should acknowledge throughout everyday life,

Repositioning the exact stones one endlessly crushes against.

Thank you for reading my poem. It contains deep feelings that cannot be described.

I hope you like it.