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Poem about Pain
This poem is about the one companion that has been the most loyal throughout my life and has always been there. It has hurt me. At a time in my life I hurt myself so that I could control it. It has taken so many loved ones away from me by virtual of existing in my life, for when they see my state they are driven away, Then Pain mocks me further by it's hurt from their loss in my life.
We are born out of the pain of another, and then experience are own, some more than others. Pain comes in many forms and manifestations. Physical or mental Illness, mourning, heartache, injury etc. But whatever form it takes, it hurts.
When I was a child something happened to me that hurt me, someone did things to me that made me live with a pain that I am unable to rid myself of, full of shame, hatred, bitterness, and sarcasm. Love and trust were erased and they became expression of lies and distrust. Love was a dirty word for me.
Pain, my old foe
And my closest friend
From my birth you were right there
And now here at my end
I smiled before I felt your touch
Now all I have are tears
Childhood memories, just too much
Still live with all those fears
Pain, I know so well your hate
That hurts my heart
With endless aches
And in my life you always said:
“I love you”
Then I was left for dead
Pain, so cruel, so cold, so long
Like hell, that stings, so harsh, so strong
And in my darkened, tainted state
My screams are 40 years too late