Pain & Poetry Poem by Sincair Farrell

Pain & Poetry



Tears pouring from my eyes
Those pieces of paper
You could see on the floor
Covered in poems
Were the medication
Which fell from my hands
When I wrote
What I had to write

When alone
The poetry was the one thing
That was used to self medicate
Pain relief
Even if it was just for a few moments

Using a pen
To relieve me of the burdensome
Inner turmoil
That wouldn’t leave
Until I released it somehow
Through death, rage or poetry
The only options
Which confronted me

As I sat in a pit of despair
I searched for a meaning
In a dictionary
Suffering in silence
Dying slowly inside
Poems were the pills
That kept me alive.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success