A Poet's Pain Poem by Susan Lacovara
A Poet's Pain
Is it possible
the pain in my fingertips
Comes from too many hours
typing my sorrows
Some arthritic aliment
That hinders only broken hearted poets
Challenging them to proceed
in their penning
Suffering, while they sacrifice
to set free the bottled up emotions
That disease their daily head
As if the volcano of a heart's hurt,
erupts and flows viciously
through constricted veins
The bleeding inside,
empties
staining the sonnets and stories
No stitches
No amount of aspirin or alcohol
Painkillers or prescribed preaching
Can numb the persistent pulsing affliction
Of my no longer having your hand to hold
I watch as my fingertips turn purple
and cold...
Can't feel a thing...
And decide I have typed enough sadness today
Dear poet the pain will over by using Magnesium Phos 6X, four tabs with hot water or food contain magnesium phos. You can search in the net and try to consume the same as food to provide good relief.
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5/3/2024 9:43:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The sludge of pain and sorrows deposited deep inside and sediments of sadness put another layer continuously. Eruption of emotions pours the forgotten pain in the veins, trying to bring them to realization thru purple fingertips. A portrait of sad moment dissolving in the passing of time. Very well written.10+++++.