Pain Poem by Jan Bloomstein

Pain



Pain,
Rigid pain,
Sits on my lap with its back erect.
Eyes wide
With electric shock tremor,
It fits my shape and form
Like a glove -
One size too small.
All needles strain to the red zone
As I drag my concrete shadow from room to room.

Sunday, June 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: grief ,pain
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