Frost

Trudging,
reaching stretching
heavenward.
Can I? How?
Behind me,
painfully beyond me
is joy, effort, peace
unknown to me
once I knew
love in its purest form.
Why?
Why unconditional?
I twist and wrench.
I scratch and dig
into their hearts;
my sadistic pleasure
brings relief
and hurt.
Grasping groping screaming
screaming
heavenward.
Can I? How? Why?

I took the path most travelled.
It, too, has made all the difference.