Pain Poem by Shirley Hanley
Pain
It starts as a burning fire
in the legs and buttocks,
then on to the feet...
And after it's visit
my feet are as feet
which have traveled
a slow arduous journey over
a magician's bed of burning embers,
sans protection from his spirit guide.
11/14/09
Monday, November 23, 2009
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5/2/2024 1:03:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
my feet are as feet..................