Pain - Poem by kawambee thomas
The distilled weary look you give me, when I say come here
Tense to the point of cracking your own reflection
Your eyes burn full of sorrow and cry
Your soul seems to be as dead as a fog streaming across a grave
Pain is flowing through your veins
Is the tramazation more damaging than the hurt
Are you as tired as an old oak tree never receiving light
Or are you alive as a plant but never receiving the proper care to nurture
Neither of the two allows you to grow
All the promises and disheartening dreams never filled
Left you cold as a woman who choose not to bear the life of her newborns soul
Can you forgive and forget what’s been raped and savagely taken out of you
Can you fix within yourself what you have questioned?
During your nights alone do you truly find yourself or others?
Can God help the enemy within yourself?
Or is it a cope out to venture in other areas
Do you dream merry or cry mourning in your sleep
When tragedy comes your way does it grow you or fold you
Can u hurt, can you love, can you out grow what still swallows you whole
Is the picture you see clear or blurry?
Or is it you who knows?
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