My mind my enemy
light up the smoke'
with two striking stones
set the thought in motion
with the wind of imagination
the pain never goes away
like a demon traps in solace
relief only comes but a moment
but it hurt for eternity.
the night became my refuge
for the day hunts my appearance,
my lips smile for the pain
and my tears drops for joy.
How did i get to these place?
who do we think we are?
the pain is my food and
Agony the spices that season the portion.
THE PAIN NEVER GOES AWAY
for it hugs my existence.
An insightful depiction of persistent emotional trauma that pushes life to low ebb, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Samuel. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
A friend of mine suffers severe Tinnitus - Will forward this to him: /
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the pain is my food and Agony the spices that season the portion. THE PAIN NEVER GOES AWAY.........the trauma, the experience of excruciating pain, suffering, mental and physical....... you have expressed it so very well my dear poet. tony