In Pain
I could cry,
But no one wants to see that.
I could scream,
But no one wants to hear that.
Pain only I know,
Pain only I understand.
Hopeless in my pain
my beloved son
has eyes like radiant sloes
he still protects me
like a small yet sturdy thimble
from the pricks of cruel Fate
I see the pain.
I feel the fire in my throat that chokes and suffocates .
With love ,with laughter ,with the silent cries at night.
As people comes as people goes .
Would they remember my name at night .
When one day can turn into one decade .
When they’re old and lived their lives .
Would they remember my name?
Would they only see the smile that never connects?
Would they hear the laugh that felt real?
Nor would they cry with sorrow and heavy heart.
Then covers me with tulips and Lillie’s
Or Will they remember me when there’s only ash of the girl that only felt the pain that suffocated her?
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain,
the umbrella, an awning, in a bleak clime.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
I trace my finger down a windowpane
in an attempt to wipe away the grime.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
Is he out for a stroll? What does he gain?
His steps are heavy; they pause ev’ry time.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
Unbothered by a storm that pours in vain,
that drenches his shoes as the levels climb.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
The anguish he carries, no one can feign.
It streams off him with no reason or rhyme.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
I can almost feel the weight of his strain.
He is a man lost amid a troubled time.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
God reveals that he has secrets;
And that such secrets are his alone.
His revelations otherwise, belong
To us and to our children.
The griefs that often sting our hearts
And tares our inward parts apart,
Often hold the secrets that beong to God.
Although from the deep, I might not cease
My search for reasons and understandings,
God gives a peace that gives ease to the pain.
as I lay on a grassy field in the Maine
I begin to smell rain.
a tropical storm approaches as I
drown in pain.
my lungs collapse in pain
I have nothing to gain
my eyes roll back, sweeping
through my veins
a light shines, and said my name
I wake up with no more pain
but at the end, the gassy field
only reminds me of pain.
She asked if I was
in pain do you know how much
that hurt when she asked
I wonder what is the cause of so much pain
The pain that drives me a little more insane
I worry if its the truth or just my brain
Makes me worry if the world has a lot to gain
As my dreams wash down the drain
I hide my tears by crying amidst the rain
I fear as I keep walking in this solitary lane
That my pain is something I cannot explain
That this hurdle isn’t a link but a long chain
That my life is always a turbulent hurricane
That my cries wont echo if I beg or complain
That my prayers are treated with utter disdain
Facing my kin, a facade I need to maintain
I swallow my pain and constantly refrain
I need you, where art thou my Jane
I cannot bear this pain till I need myself a cane
What should I choose?
Propane, train or letting go off a mountain
Oh yes I am. I am in so much pain.
My life was found in pain
I was ransomed for a pen
Never will I permit my soul to ache
I won't construct the same mistake
I was throbbing everyday
My grief was unheard anyway
Now I will stand compacted
My aplomb will be contracted
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
May medicine and shields be given to Ukraine en mass
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
May the foes melt as snow in the sun’s light on the Earth
May luck smile on the sunflowers laying on the grass
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
King Nebuchadnezzar is a poor lion of little worth
He bows down and sacrifices lambs to the blind god Saklas
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
They cry for help, but their voice has not escaped the darkness with mirth
Fire burns in the north and south, in the west and east, alas
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
If one gives food and drink to the children and seeds of worth
They shall surpass this mighty kingdom of Babylon without brass
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
I ran from the land of Babylonia of my birth
I left Babylonia to make a call on the grass
A sunflower cries red blood, for Babylon slays it with mirth
Have mercy on us, Christos Autogenes, bringer of rebirth
my life found in pain ransomed for a pen but never eager in pain.
Always grateful when in pain,
never will I pain.
Because I am grateful for my stance.
Am going where I know but I know not where I go for my life won't be in chance pummeled in my face but that was only because of chance.
I had to take my Uncle Jakey to the emergency room, no doubt.
He was screaming and wailing so loudly we scared crows on the route.
Is she having a baby? An elderly woman with no eyesight asked.
I was amazed she was sitting there, completely unmasked.
It’s a he, I told her. He’s my uncle and he’s in the worst kind of pain.
They took him right in. I figured they do that with the insane.
He thinks he is dying, I told her, in a whisper, almost too weak to speak.
It’s a hangnail, the doctor said. Third ridiculous time he’s been in this week.
Every day is the same pain,
I wake up in pain,
I move in pain,
I sleep in pain.
Illness is not always noticeable,
You and your body look !! Normal,
Only on the inside....... I'm broken,
Rheumatoid arthritis is to blaim,
I'm in pain.
People look at me and I look healthy,
Joints inside can not be seen,
Healthy is way in my past,
Dont judge,
I'm in pain.
All I want is my life back,
But!!!!! Eventually the disease will win,
Then I will hide it no longer,
And you will see,
I'm in pain.
when you are in pain
being nice
is
not
a
possibility
especially
if the person in pain
is
me
To wake up with an empty heart,
To the void within, with empty joys and empty sorrows.
To live and the life seem so apart.
To finally give in to the darkness within?
Or yet wage another war?
Salvation, at the end you'd think; None, if you'd lose or win.
Then to fill the empty heart with pity?
The void with anguish and ache?
To blame, to find some meaning; an act of sheer folly.
To stop for a moment, to look at them around you.
All gore from the battle, they wash; wounds and scars, but healing.
In all of the adversity yet they do smile, Their sheer audacity that astound you.
There's no Glory in the darkness,
No courage in pain.
The Glory is to fight and strive for Happiness,
To find the courage, to truly live again.
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