A sidelong glance at the body's cage

In this empty room now, quite regularly,
my former sorrows keep pulling faces at me.

Unable to curb my greed for happiness,
those sorrows that were mine alone—ungratefully,
thinking I'd banish them forever, I myself had called them
former... 
Yes, those very sorrows!

With ribs cracked in pain,
my whole body today turns blue with ache.

In quicksand's pull at the river's mouth
my life's entire span is trapped, a cosmic age.

My beloved pride demanded love in exchange for blood.
Bloodied and wounded by this love,
some living cages of flesh keep sneering at me.

Fragments of questions ask me again and again
for their favorite answers.

I am helpless.
Speechless.
Lifeless.
Boundless.
Emptied.

What little remained, I lost
long ago.
On some Thursday or perhaps some Saturday.

Today only scratches pass by—
the tears that lost.