Oh, if I could send my pain away,
I'd pack them into suitcases and bags,
Without denominations or ownership tags,
Sinking into off-duty conveyor belts.
No pick ups, no apologies.
Oh, if I could send my pain away.
I'd scrawl them on paper boats of white,
And before the first of light, see them
Waddling away from my never-ending night.
Friday, February 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: pain