These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Dizain: "Like a Dog Gnaws a Bone"

The weary heart is filled with thoughts that grate,
like Fido gnaws a bone he would consume.
The mind becomes a demon's choicest plate
as termites bore a box in ancient tomb.
What ear-worms enter through crack's slightest room!
Some chap spoke dark words with unbridled tongue.
Now, shadows of the soul are loudly sung.
Could peace be ours, if hope should find a rest?
The stinger would be plucked from where he stung,
and strength would show through soul, that passed the test.

by Jay O'Toole
on September 8th, 2019