Treasure Island

steven johnson

(07/25/75 / Maryland)

a rainbow of pain


a rainbow of pain is normal for me
i can hide it well so no one can see
a rainbow of pain can be dark and so lonley
it has griped me tight it knows it does own me
a rainbow of pain flows thru blood
the cuts are so deep the streets will flood
a rainbow of pain keeps me alive
without this rainbow i will not survive
we all have this rainbow but not all can use it
a rainbow of pain can cause you to lose it
a rainbow of pain is normal for me
the pain runs to deep theres no hope for me

Submitted: Friday, July 02, 2010

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  • Brandi Guthrie (7/4/2010 1:37:00 PM)

    This pain you feel, do you love it or hate it? Like familiarity...something you can`t turn away from. You write so raw and on edge, it feels exciting to read.
    Keep writing, Mr. Johnson. (Report) Reply

  • Jennifer K (7/3/2010 1:26:00 AM)

    the poem is certainyl universal. the pain that everyone strives on to feel alive. i know i indulge in it, maybe more than i should. but i think that hope is relative to pain. like light and dark.. can't have one without the other.
    So i hope you find what you need to remind you of that.
    Nicely written, sir (Report) Reply

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