Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 204 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

A Brief History Of Pain - Poem by Stan Petrovich

One cell cringing
in commotion;
Sauropods succumbing
to gravity,
protecting doomed offspring;
The King of all Writers,
fishing in guts for plays,
dying unknown;
Then you, hobnobbing,
howling in torture
for things I cannot
or will not
do.

My shell is cracked;
I am here alone in a world
of grief. But I ply,
for though the pain is overwhelming,
in the end it is brief.
Breaking a plastic pen in two
is too difficult
to separate from the field of pain.
And too neat.

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Comments about A Brief History Of Pain by Stan Petrovich

  • Veteran Poet - 1,849 Points Tony Karas (12/11/2012 7:21:00 AM)

    dark meanderings. I've been there, often. I sense you might just need a (((hug))) so here's one for you. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Stefanie Fontker (10/14/2011 6:10:00 PM)

    Melancholy is the purest form of the word. Lovely writing, as always, my friend. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 15, 2011


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