PAIN
Pain is spreading like fire
Love was a soothing notion
Why even try and bother
To torture myself into motion
Still hope for a happy ending
Although predicted my future
Does memory last forever
Or piece by piece it is sutured?
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
nellakh’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| CANNIBAL | 1 | 03/15/2010 |
| GOOD-BYE | 0 | 02/15/2010 |
| PLAY IN INNOCENCE | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| MY DREAM | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| ENDING | 1 | 02/11/2010 |
| PAIN | 0 | 02/11/2010 |
| PARADISE LOST | 2 | 02/11/2010 |
| IN THE SUBWAY | 0 | 02/11/2010 |
| I DON'T WANT TO SAY GOOD-BYE | 1 | 02/11/2010 |
| HALF AND HALF | 0 | 02/11/2010 |
| SCHEHERAZADE | 2 | 02/08/2010 |
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