Pain To Dull The Pain Poem by Britney Hogue

She sits in a small bedroom
On the edge of the bed
Every illuminating light of hope
Has long burned out
And the only dooming illumination
Comes from the black light above

She feels that everything is pointless
Her life is nothing but in vanity
No one to love her like she needs
But plenty to take her every dream
She is blinded by life’s insanity
And feels there’s nothing left for eternity

She raises the silver sharpened blade
To her lightless, darkened wrist
She pushes it to her pulsing veins
And slides it across the entire with
Scarlet blood runs across placid skin
And a single tear falls from above

The physical pain is sharper now
But its enough to dull the emotional
It seems funny that more pain
Is the antidoted to dull all pain
I guess that’s why we burden ourselves
To dull the burning flames of life’s fury