'The Pain' loves me dearly
or do I love it more?!
I catch it lurking everywhere
near or far, in or out,
intimate or distant...
...and make it mine
I make it all mine & keep it
like my beloved - locked in my heart!
away from the world...
i nurture it with my self...
give it all that it wants...
And then i kill it to make way
for a newer element of it altogether
i know it well - very well
my pain, my pride..
2 comments:
Where do I comment? what do I write....Man you express so beautifully...I still cant get over ur posts...It has completely stirred me up..Why does everything sound so familiar?...Though the mood reflected is mostly meloncholic,yet its so full of hope and life..the way you're able to manouvre with words and expressions..Must say, its few of the finest expressions I have come across of late...Our friend heading towards IMPRESSIONIST LITERATURE..U never know...Keep them coming buddy...
To bleed, to ache...
so much more beloved than the dullness, the coldness, the non-feeling within......
better to bleed i say, than not to feel at all.....
Better to kill than watch death take its course - its slow, painless course, in silence...
better to bleed... my precious pride, my precious secret... ;-)
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