IT’S ONLY PAIN
Her body prepares for hours to allow her child to be born, man cowers.
It’s only pain.
The bullet enters, tearing veins breaking bones, searing.
It’s only pain.
Fist smashes face, club hits head; he isn’t able but he isn’t dead.
Her body prepares for hours to allow her child to be born, man cowers.
It’s only pain.
The bullet enters, tearing veins breaking bones, searing.
It’s only pain.
Fist smashes face, club hits head; he isn’t able but he isn’t dead.
It’s only pain.
Working, missing everything, providing, kids forgot he’s
still living.
It’s only pain.
Death knocks, leaves the living behind sobbing, grieving.
It’s only pain.
Lists go on forever or to the end of time, subjective, no pressure.
It’s only pain.
© M Durfee
8/26/16
It’s only pain.
Death knocks, leaves the living behind sobbing, grieving.
It’s only pain.
Lists go on forever or to the end of time, subjective, no pressure.
It’s only pain.
© M Durfee
8/26/16
Sure seems to be a lot of it though
ReplyDeleteBody, soul, and spirit Charles; there is a lot of room for pain within the human condition
DeleteAnd that's the truth, meoupoppa ... seems anything valuable is being born through pain ... Love u, cat.
ReplyDeletePain certainly makes the bearable a bit more difficult to achieve Meowmomma.
DeleteToo much and most as you have pointed out before, of our own devising...
ReplyDeletee I'd say about 2/3rds of my own pains were self inflicted and harder to get beyond than the minor irritants imposed on me by others/
DeleteThe day after boxing=pain!
ReplyDeletePerhaps you need to go more than once or twice a month Jodi?
DeleteI go once a week for boxing that is!
DeleteIt takes all kinds.
ReplyDeleteRighto Jean--I am beginning to believe it is not love that makes the world go round.
DeleteStill here we are...after heartaches, birthing babies, etc. It's only pain...
ReplyDeleteRight on Ileana--it's only pain and throughout we are still here.
DeleteOh I don't know. Sounds like a fair amount of destruction going on here along with the pain.
ReplyDeleteAlice by the very nature of pain of whatever kind it is destruction born.
DeleteThere are the worst pains: betrayal tops my list. I try to avoid regret. And my fricking back: I should help myself more.
ReplyDeleteI'm braced for heartache in its unpredictable forms. I know it will come
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