Treasure Tug

I imagine strife, and ponder pain. Something so bright, a
Source of sorrow. My gravid thought, why the flame? Has
Anguish trek the soul? I ask, dying softly. And diamond tears,
A daily fount. Thus the arc, a healing breeze, for sacred
Death, a daily phase. My sylvan thought, a feral wick,
Adrift a fen, adept to angst. But attic void, a treasure tug,
A fortune grief, a solemn prayer. My panic heart, afraid to
Fail, a terror sharp, a neighbor’s hell. Imagine love, a
Constant flux, a hostile vibe, a shattered nerve. And dare the
Light, invade the hurt, a shadow dark, a moment safe. My
Fairest verse, the worth of love, afflicted sore, despite the
Love. I ponder life, a cycle torn, a daring task, a partial scorn.
But treasure tug, a source of pain, a burning heart, an endless
Rain. Thus the ache, despite the love, a telic tear, a blossom soft.