Yes, pain has a face
It's not that obscure
It's gleeful, good-looking and bright
It shines thru the storm
Of inner-most dread
And stares at me into the night
And pain has a voice
I hear it at times
When otherwise happy I'd be
It lasso's my heart
And ties it in knots
And tells all the rest I'm just me
But pain has no hands
To grip and to hold
Or legs to keep pace with my own
So I can pretend
By distance and years
That rascal has left me alone
Great poem on this perpetual trouble called 'pain'...loved its for its crispness and simplicity! Preets
I agree with Siona, this one is simple and to the point. It doesn't need anything else. Love, Fran xx
I like your poem, 'Pain Has A Face, ' very much. The subject is raw to so many people who encounter, and live with, pain. Your poem has nice rhythm, flow, emotion, and yet simplicity. Some poems are dressed up with too many adjectives and descriptions that they lose their integrity. Your poem has integrity. Thank you for allowing other members to see it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice one and i am surely rating it 9