to purge and to suffer

utter panic
frustration
Irritation.
thwarted emotive content

Heinous Beauty
plagues the context
pervasive bewilderment
yet identifiable knowing

verbal ineptness
blocked mind
wary physique

musical atonement to my Sin
the Sin that inhabits mind
the Sin that rides my existence
each moment extends into the next
full of the Sin
the Sin that embodies
my every Action
every Thought
and the whole of my being

am I the hurt
and afflicted?
Or am I the one
inflicting.
Laboring.
Manufacturing.
the hurt?