The Poetry Of Pain Poem by Tommy LoMaglio

.: The Poetry of Pain: .
It hurt. To ascribe poetry to such pain would be worthless. No words could match the feeling. The pain itself was poetry. The physical pain... seeping through my skin, deeper, and deeper. Swaying my emotions like the very tree tops caught by a harsh wind. Is that not poetry? The pain crawled over me... like so many insects, invisible to my eye, devouring me... makeing thier way into my core to finish me there. Is that not poerty? I didnt know it was possible. I didnt know it could be done in such a way. If anyone else had tried it wouldnt have left such a lingering sting. How is it... my only weakness... I turned a thousand times over in my bed. How unsetteling. One thought comming back to me. Over and over again. It hurt. Oh, how it hurt.