Companion

Awakened in middle of night

To feed at the wells of endurance

 As throe’s insistence is undeniable

 

Awaiting the sun’s radiance

To warm the stern coldness

In the twisted structures

 

Locked still by the soreness

The rascal sits at the morning table

While the hot tea and poisons of chemistry relieve

 

 

Distressing dreams and thoughts that disable

The urgings of strength and power

From finding their destiny and eminence

 

 

 The companion refuses to leave the hour

Nor abide to any prayer for grace

As its pain is the water of the black flower.