Faceless Pain Poem by May Witwit

Can you dress the wound?
Can you ease the pain?
How can you possibly do?

Your blood oozes through and through
Every blood-dropp howls pain
Remote, obscure.

Yes Doctor I have taken the pills
They will suppress revolt,
Bottle up insurgence
Domesticate me…make me sane
Just for a while though,
Soon pain will resume
Its agonizing throb

The world will then come to a stop
With heavy bolts and locks
Machine guns and cement blocks

Let's talk about you my friend
What secret brought you to this end?
Was it, too, successive wars?
Was it melancholy caught on shores?

The pills engulf me with serenity
Anesthetize agony, check consumption

Let's talk about you just once more
What is it that makes you sore?

Your pain contaminates my brain
Conducted? X-rayed? I can't ignore!
It surges through and through
Like a genie let loose from an ancient lamp

Can you save my soul?
Insulate pain?
Shelter me from the rain?

Will I be washed like a pebble on a shore?
Or swept by a volcano roar?
The steam of rejection
The clawing hands of need

Let's forget our hunger
Ride a rainbow, cloudless thunder
Embrace the sky.