philip teed


Pain - Poem by philip teed

Through my pain
And through my sorrow
My feeling must not show true.
Though it may tear me apart.
My pain must not show true.
My happiness helps me
My joy helps me
My pain must not show true.
The shell I have made
The ways I hide
My pain must not show true
Do not be decieved by this
You must show your pain so often
It is the only way to control it.
So this calmness is my shell
And the anger just keeps boiling.
Until it finally whistles and pours out.


Comments about Pain by philip teed

  • Rookie Steve Hagget (9/5/2006 1:41:00 PM)

    Good work here Philip - pain can only be controlled for so long and then.. I like the nicely understated climax though. Thanks, Steve (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 1, 2010


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