The Suffer Buffer Poem by David Darbyshire
The Suffer Buffer
I don't know for sure
try to Endure
I do not want to suffer
need a Buffer
like a boxers glove
to ease the blow
or even still
a strong pain pill
don't want to suffocate
didn't need to freeze
don't want a gag
why this, I receive?
what can I enjoy?
I need to shout
or a mouthful of dirt
I spit it out
I hate to suffer
cause the pain, I can't swallow
I need a buffer
can't handle the sorrow
very nice honest, deeply personal the yearning in every heart a fine poem
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4/25/2024 5:26:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You know, pain (physical/emotional/spiritual) often feels like a mouthful of dirt... We all need a buffer sometimes. Well-said, friend Dave. Keep rising above it... Esther