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.
Copyright © Atef Ayadi | Year Posted 2005
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