The Pain Poem by James Casey

The Pain

I hear nothing coming from all around me
I feel and reach for my knife on the shelf
What is around me I do not wish to see
The pain that you caused is more than I thought
With out you I do not have meaning
I slit my wrists know I won't be caught
I slip into the brightness of dreaming
There is God he has been waiting for me
The darkness of heaven is way too bright
I look at the angels I know I will be
With laughter and smiles I become light
I wake and see the people around me
And cry to angels I will never see

Jim 1960