Doug Stewart

Midnight Pain - Poem by Doug Stewart

There was a time before pain
When rare, when booze or women
Or a good ganga joint would relieve
Would repudiate, would vanquish

There is a difference, though, between
Heart pain of the sorrow brand, pillow
Tears, failure fueled, whatever the cause
Time and Mr. Jack* always managed

But this. This is virulent and physical and
Intermittent. Shakespeare’s slings and arrows
Fired from ambush and with cruel intent.
Crossbow bolts aimed to inflict maximum

Midnight painpills allow brief moments of
Unconsciousness, but not sleep, no never
Wrapped in Morpheus’ arms sleep. The
Followers of Hippocrates intone “neuropathy, ”

As if by naming a thing it’s aurally healed,
“Thanks, we’ll bill you, ” for what I know not.
Apollo brings some relief, dragging the sun
Through the sky, but when his chariot is gone...

Still, I smile more often than not and it bests
Slicing an ear off for art or love, or ending like
Edgar or Sylvia. Art the only rational path for pain...
Creativity lives in the black and red recesses of

*”Mr. Jack” is a local euphemism for Jack Daniels

Topic(s) of this poem: pain

Form: Blank Verse

Comments about Midnight Pain by Doug Stewart

  • Savita Tyagi (12/9/2015 10:18:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem. Talks about something that robs us all in some way or other. Art the only rational path for pain.... the most positive and effective way. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Douglas Stewart (12/9/2015 10:40:00 AM)

    Thank you for your comments, and you are right.Art is the only rational path for pain... that or madness.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015

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