A Veil Of Tears Poem by Native Dreamer

Pain,
Is this a word,
I have it and yet it was there in the clearing it left me.
Gripped by a certain energy,
Caught in a cocophony of criticism,
The whole world was wrong except me,
Pain I feel pain here where I begun,
My birthplace staring into the dying furnace,
Little Ms.everything struggling to be free from
Pain I feel pain surrounding my fulll belly
I have learned the hard way,
The life time sharpened by the knife time
where pain lots of pain keeps us locked up inside
OURSELVES lets me genorously
serve my hollow generalisations.
SPEECH BREATH THOUGHT THE WORDS OF AN UNDISCIPLINED INTELLECTUAL PROSTITUTE!