Oh, Pain of mine,
where shall I place you?
I try to run, but you
stain just like a tattoo.
~~~
So rip me open, let me bleed,
there’s things inside I can’t concede.
And the Pain, with me it stays,
so hold me, till it decays
~~~
Just like addiction,
just like the gnat.
You feed it once,
and rid it you can’t.
~~~
So rip me open, make me bleed,
there’s things inside that won’t accede.
And the grime has made its stain,
so wash me, cleanse me of the Pain.
~~~
So, tell me, Pain,
why am I your creed?
I don’t want your chains,
I don’t need your greed.
~~~
So I’ll rip me open, rid your hate,
no more can you design my fate.
And the Pain, with you it stays,
so hold me, till it decays.
Yes, Pain. Get out of my life! You’re a real pain!
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Brilliant poetry!ππ
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Thank you!!
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Wonderfully articulated! I love the form and the refrain. The change in perspective through the stanzas creates movement that pulls the reader along. So relatable, as we all know some kind of pain. Well written, my dear friend! β€
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Thank you so much, Brad! β€
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again and over
green envy
lush clover
three or one
seldom four
just as that ever open door
supposdely!
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Great! I’ll get back to you, soon!
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I’m in love with the meaning
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Thank you so much!!
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