The Pain I Hide Poem by Olin Yeats
The Pain I Hide
Rating: ★5.0
I press my fingers against
The rain-stained glass.
My breath leaves
A wet white fog.
Long Time
Hours Cold
No one see my pain,
For I have hid it in my heart
And stand out in and with the rain.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
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William Jackson
10 September 2006
Your poem gives emotional pain a human face. It struck a nerve. It is a sad yet poignant poem.
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5/12/2024 8:05:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a vividly sad and beautiful poem, Mr. Yeats. You express an emotion/feeling/mood that strikes us all every now and then. Lovely.