Miracle Of Pain Poem by Christopher Holden

Slipping into the deep dark pits of my suppressed world.
I don’t want to go, but I can’t seem to stop the blood from gushing from my heart.
Like the ripples in a pond,
I am distracted from my day to day life.
I walk around but do not feel the earth beneath my sore infested feet.
Which are caused by my hour less wondering.

I only wish for one thing and that is for my pain to end.
I don’t want to go on.
I want to stay.
But the heat from my blackened sun pushes me into endless moments of agony.
Inside my room the shades are drawn.
It’s as close as pitch black as I can get it.
Yet light is seeping through the cracks in the walls.
I try to block it out,
But it pierces my pupils like the knife in my heart.
No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to remove this sharp pain in my chest.
I open my eyes because I can’t bear to think about anymore.
But it seems as though someone has opened all the doors and let light in.
Why? You feel my pain and hurt.
You've been there. You take my hand and lead me into the light.
My pale blue eyes become darker every time I blink.
The pain in my chest is gone.
It’s so strange.
All of this took place because you listened.