Torturer

The mind is heavy with its discontent
And therefore hangs the head upon the floor.
The arms are aching and the feet are sore
From violent exertion, which was meant
To thrust away the truth, and to prevent
The realization tugging evermore
Upon the senses. For a grim encore
After this exhaustion has been spent
Both mind and body will again attempt
To throw the pain onto another's heart
(Sad ritual) and, failing, fall again;
Unpitied, it cannot itself exempt
From those it tortures, and must play a part
In what it used to cause in other men.

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