The Confort of Pain

Pain and bags of agony Accumulates On my table And build up Like a volcanic rubble And expand like a sea coral Around my virgin island This is the only receipt The only seeds from the last summer harvest I have for my daily livelihood My mind flirts On my heart In trouble And sore from pain It teases it Without taking over Mind's and heart's fights are always About bride I bribe my pain And beg it to stay for a night chatting I hug my pain And cross its black hear Like a child who is afraid from a past nightmare My darling pain Do no not disappear You are the cement The stones And the bricks Needed to build My new fortress Against a next feeling attacks.