Monday, November 3, 2008

My Pain - Michael Hemmer

My Pain

Burned, scarred and etched into my brain,
Your name still hurts me.
Any attempts to heal the festering
Only results in more pain

I will not let it rest.
Like a nail through dry wood,
I pound my sorrow down
Deep into the festering wound,
In a feeble attempt to make the pain stop.

But like a child that can’t leave a scab alone,
I pick and pick, pestering it,
Through the pain, reopening the horrible gouge.
As though I cannot get enough of it.

My thoughts still dwell on the past,
This pain, and the future.
I know no reason why I carry such a scar
Unless…

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