Thursday, August 7, 2014

Pain Tracks

...lost track of
hours or days
long moments when pain
is naked, a chilled bludgeoning.
Come, lie down.
Curl up.

Lift -
it's over.

Loud echoes
leave an imprint in the air,
a multi-coloured kite.

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...

pain can def rob you of time
and of life...and some even learn to live
within it...some you just have to wait through...

love that last stanza....