What Language Does Pain Speak? - Poem by Michael Poston
Sunshine penetrates my skull,
where can i hide from these digging rays?
The pain speaks through the heated energy
to slowly pierce my brain in order to warn me.
I retract and say my farewells
but these goodbyes are subtle and quick.
Unfortunately my pain was lingering like
the feeling of a long lost child.
This feeling talks in a dulling manner
to my eyes that flutter on and off.
With this dangerous talking there is no pain,
just maybe, only the loss of life.
Another voice calls 'hark'and keeps my withering eyes alive,
I see my grandfather and this disallows me to not arrive
to my loving but snarky mother
who is coaxed on by my brother.
I pray and thank god for frogiveness
and ask what language does my pain speak?
And i decipher a faintly spoken answer,
it speaks of life!
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