Pain
I seek for immediate pain,
I seek for immediate pain,
To drive you from me,
The cutting weight on my shoulders,
The straps,
The bumping of nylon and alloy,
Never quite getting the load on my back comfortable.
But it always ends,
After moments, or hours,
There only remains that dragging fatigue,
A sort of soft and bitter taste. Lingering.
Flavoring my thoughts like the bitter rind of pistachios.
The tiredness keeps you away,
But it is also temporary.
March 2011
2 comments:
Your pain is so raw that others can palpate it
But you are keeping others away.
The person inflicts the wound is puzzled by the power you surrender
Yet not grateful of the love you offer
When you are finally awake from this haze
Hope the one waiting patiently would still be there.
I wish I knew who wrote those words...As if you know my fears...
Army Poet.
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