I have to ask you
Not to ask me
If it hurts –
/
Pain has become
Less of a feeling
And more of mere word;
/
It walks me home,
It sleeps with me
And holds my hand
/
Keeping at bay
The creeping fear
That I have nothing left;
/
You say I seem
To love my pain;
I wish that this was true;
/
What’s true’s that all I ever wanted
Hurt, challenged,
Broke or bruised;
/
You see, I wasn’t
Made to live
The dreams of greater men,
/
And this was why
I had to make
A habit out of pain
Enduring constant pain defines the lives of far too many in the world these days.
That is very true, very sadly! I wish them strength!
This frame of mind is well represented in the writings of stillfugue.
True! I admire his writing!