It Hurts

The pain goes deep
But is invisible
To all who see
No one knows
The suffering
And hurt it causes 
So much anguish 
Frustration and upset 
But our face hides
The truth inside
Everyone assumes
All is okay
So you just 
Keep it concealed
Allowing others to notice
We are suffering
Is surely a weakness
That shouldn’t
Be shown
Smile sweetly
Whilst you crumble
Slowly plummeting
From the torment
Despair and sorrow
Then beyond all hope
Someone takes your hand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Chau Avatar
June 15, 2019 at 8:56 PM
Enjoyed very much great description with easy understanding with the convey message about "Hurt" theme.
Lamoureux Avatar
April 2, 2016 at 7:50 AM
each of us knows pain in our own way. Those who have others that recognize the hidden pain are truly blessed. Great piece.
Underwood Avatar
April 3, 2016 at 6:13 AM
Thank you again Richard, yes it is a blessing when others see the hidden pain
Lindsay Avatar
March 15, 2016 at 10:24 PM
It seems I didn't invent hiding pain.. For myself, to show pain is to be weak.. Love the ending. Nice to have someone who cares.
Underwood Avatar
March 15, 2016 at 10:40 PM
Far too often showing pain etc is seen as showing weakness, when in fact it can show great strength. Thank you, yes it is nice to have someone who cares
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