Pain
Who we are. (Poem, 7th Aug 2013)
~ I ~
Laments pierced the sky,
Sorrow penetrated the soul.
The blood of those dear
painted the future cold.
Rivers of sadness gushed,
from the non bearing hearts,
and clogged each life
into stillness.
Until death
Pain wouldn’t part.
Each day was a struggle,
Each day was torment.
The whirls of remorse
Tore them. Every moment.
One day
An Angel of love
appeared.
Sang a song of compassion
And though the gash remains still.
Pain’s curse was unraveled.
~ II ~
Remorse and Pain
had darkened my soul.
Armed me with a weapon,
Unparalleled.
It stubed out
any glimmer of hope,
Extinguished any light.
Unaltered.
The Angel of love
did appear.
It sang its song of compassion.
And lo and behold the gash healed.
Though Pain’s curse was not shattered.
The weapon was strong
the weapon is me
I am pain.
Can’t you see.
Suffering, you cannot escape
Love you may only seek
And each passing day lived in hope
Will make you only weak.
So dry those tears
and hush those whines.
It is pain who you are.
Quietly, keep moving
through the torrents.
Invisible best you are.
For it is pain who you are.
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