Pain That Speaks

Pain That Speaks I arise in the morning and my head pounds to the beat of this living ground. Is my body scorning the fact that my heart surrounds me with pain that confounds? Sometimes my bones ache, and I wonder why it makes my world want to die. Does this pain make me shake because I truly deny the tears my eyes want to cry? The day seems to extol the wrath that will drain, and drown me with rain. What if I listen to my soul, try to search into the pain and take off my chains? Will I wake up to the sun? Might I find myself free? Can this truly be? I must try and hope this hell is undone. Note: This is a poem I wrote a while ago. I decided I want to add a few of my older poems on here.