Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Pan of Pain


The anger is a boil on my thought
You in so much and many words
Ran the bases before I called you out.

You have to pretend now to win
All your wins are actually losses.

When it first was an actualization
I watched love slowly slip away
The so far turned to the surely near

In the end - yeah there was one -
All the boiling water left a crust
around the pan of pain

Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Dinesh Nair (11/27/2013 8:41:00 AM)

    It is an admission made and more than that a common truth you have told here. A tracing done on human relations has to be like this Robinson sir.. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (11/26/2013 3:46:00 AM)

    Sad tale here I hope the crust has will blow away in times healing wind Enjoyed this poem very much BB : O)) (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/21/2013 12:46:00 PM)

    Ah d crust, a creative way to mention d leftovers of relationships. A remarkable poem. Nice to read u again. (Report) Reply

  • Hans Vr (11/18/2013 8:02:00 AM)

    Strong passion in this very nicely written poem with images that speak
    Excellent poem (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/13/2013 8:18:00 AM)

    A curious observation,
    In the end - yeah there was one -
    All the boiling water left a crust
    around the pan of pain.. poem is laden with truth 'Tis mid hearts voice Thomas lovely 10 (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (11/5/2013 3:16:00 AM)

    Hello Thomas another wonderful though sad poem i love the line all the boiling water left a crust around the pan of pain (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (11/4/2013 2:34:00 AM)

    the second stanza is wonderful....and you know, you are a popular poet from India, among five others.. congratulations! Robinson. (Report) Reply

  • Louis Cecile (10/20/2013 1:24:00 AM)

    Into the frying pan and out into the flame of the pain that is lost love, nice metaphor and poem. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (10/19/2013 5:43:00 AM)

    'All the boiling water left a crust around the pan of pain', very descriptive and accurate words here. A good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/16/2013 10:16:00 PM)

    Pretend to win and wins are losses. What about losses? Boiling water of anger leaves a crust in the pan of pain. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (10/16/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    What a great description your Pan Of Pain, particularly the boiling water left a crust....Great Words Thomas (Report) Reply

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