Michael Degenhardt Poet Free verse

Broken

Oh, t’is only pain that lingers in the corridors where my mind traversed
As now, my weakened and tired frame relinquishes its powers
Allowing existence of the overbearing ache and the rule of its force
I roll over within my standing grave and cry out, “No more! No more!”
But, to deaf ears my voice travels, while the being of pain laughs 
Breaking the man that once stood high, proud and willful
I am, no more

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Janetta Harrington September 25, 2008 at 3:23 PM pain is a very ugly thing. i hate it. i try to make it leave without a pill, or a shot, or any of those things. sometimes it will and i breath very softly and i thank God for a minute of blessed awareness of the world without pain. this is a very nice write and it is packed with feeling and reality

Janetta Harrington September 25, 2008 at 3:22 PM pain is a very ugly thing. i hate it. i try to make it leave without a pill, or a shot, or any of those things. sometimes it will and i breath very softly and i thank God for a minute of blessed awareness of the world without pain. this is a very nice write and it is packed with feeling and reality