The Pain I Own Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Pain I Own



Broken feelings
My chest of gold
A ransom of torment
No trinkets sold
My treasure bounteous
Walls lined with blood
Its hurt and pain
I have withstood
The jewels lack sparkle
But shimmer deep
Their cut and clarity
My soul to keep
And words disloyal
Must leave this throne
Before the lid reopens
On the pain I own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2016)

Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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