Grip Of Pain Poem by Don Subba

In the grip of pain
I find myself
The victim of endless lies
Always pondering certainty of death
With no peace of mind
I am the child of silent scorn
And in solitude I cry
What reasons for a broken soul
The shadows within my eyes

The pen leaks with my own blood
But barely captures the hurt
A heart running empty of love
Keeps falling through the dirt
I hear the walls close in
I feel the cold inside
No prayer left on my tongue
No place for me to hide

the grip of pain
I hide
In the grip of pain
I hide
My future is bound
Within a curse
Heavy, ready to burst In the grip of pain

My future is bound within a curse
And there are secrets inside
I hold Heavy, ready to burst
Like a hand around my soul
I wore my tears like armor
I wore my fear like skin
Every door I touched turned shut
Every road led back within

The pen leaks with my own blood
But barely captures the hurt
A heart running empty of love
Keeps falling through the dirt
I hear the walls close in
I feel the cold inside
No prayer left on my tongue
No place for me to hide

the grip of pain
I hide
In the grip of pain
I hide
My future is bound
Within a curse
Heavy, ready to burst In the grip of pain

If I break, let me break clean
If I bleed, let it mean
There was something still alive
Beneath the grief unseen
The shadows in my eyes
Are burning out tonight
I won't stay buried here
I won't stay out of sight

the grip of pain
I hide
In the grip of pain
I hide
My future is bound
Within a curse
Heavy, ready to burst
In the grip of pain
In the grip of pain
I rise
In the grip of pain
I rise