The silence of an aching heart(kishern manickam)

The heart aches,
Like sour tart,
Just like art,
Humiliated by fart,
The jaws of pain,
The claws of vain,
Vanity and sanity,
Wine and vine,
Laws of flaws,
Makes no difference,
Even with inference,
A casket of shadows,
Is better than a basket of meadows,
Caches of books,
Is a latch of crooks,
Rust and dust,
All that is to be shunned,
The cone of light,
Shone's the way to fight,
Bales of ales,
Crystals of bristle,
Gail and gale,
Grail and Frail,
Pigeon and Stygian,
What does it change,
It's a map,
Of traps,
Filled with craps,
Of a lunatic,
No better by the lights,
Of a vermin,
canning and vanning,
Like a canker of hell,
Heavier than an anchor I tell,
I fell into a  well,
Narrow and marrow,
Is filled with waters of sorrows,
That is not to borrow,
Pelter's and pester's,
There I watch,
Ready to catch,
Below the well.
Waiting for a miracle,
Yet the oracle voices not,
There I meet my fate,
Losing faith in me,
Life is pointless,
Nor is it meaningful.