And It Hurts! Poem by Jigmet Angmo

sheer of fear I'm struck by,
drenched my flesh, it's hard to cry.
tenacity of no one else but mine
would tear my heart and give it to the swine.
ruins of my part, still intrigue you see..
not the seed or the flower is bounded by the bee.
my grief is known by the birds and the old tree.

bruised skin isn't forever, never to heal..
broken dreams make it painful to deal.
dews of eyes may not fall for a pry,
but sense of guilt is all that mind occupy.....