Jabez

Bash my head to the desk.
Begin an ending to this tribulation.
Somewhere along, It came.
Somewhen, not long: pain.

I knew it at the start.
At the heart.
It comes, now, again:
Pain.

A journey, episodic, growing.
A sojourn, circular, sowing.
Rend my static style.
I don't think I'll be fine for a while.

When you teach me to walk without ground,
Teach me to make a sound:
A glow from the deep
With strength, to keep.

Music in mind, move magnanimous,
mandating my makings.
Feel free to cut out the fakings.

I need some remakings.