Master Pain
I held tight my pillow
Wishing for tomorrow
To come and take my suffering away
3 am I woke up nose bleeding
The sight of blood didn't scare me
Bleeding is construction
Needing no self destruction.
For pain is instruction
Eating My intestines away.
Oh Einstein what is the equation
To solving my problem intertwined with pain.
My pillow is now scarlet yet it was white before I closed my eyes.
I follow now the outlet of my agony as I wreath with wide open eyes.
I am in Pain Oh Heaven hear me before I die for our enemy has come by surprise
To kill me slowly reminding me of all my fears and failures, Heaven make me rise
Above this pain so I might remain in this domain, so I may be wise, so may I be wise.
Pain understands me, but I don't understand it
If i listen to it, will I be delivered?
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.