Sandra Osborne

With My Own Pain - Poem by Sandra Osborne

If green, red and yellow
Are the colors of life,
Then why is mine
So black and gray?

As a child,
There was laughter.
Now there are tears.
They slide and roll
Down my face,
Like small muddy pebbles
Down a lonely dark road.

And while tears
Will dry up,
Like dead cotton
In a hot field,
Life can be
So casually cruel
As to murder me
With my own pain.

Comments about With My Own Pain by Sandra Osborne

  • (2/2/2005 11:29:00 PM)

    Sad, so sad, but I have been on that same old road myself...
    Warm regards
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (2/2/2005 7:10:00 AM)

    this is fantastic. a bit sad, but fantastic.


    (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2005 5:56:00 AM)

    Finely expressed. It put me in mind instantly of Van Gogh's paintings against his black and grey drawings... (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2005 4:21:00 AM)

    Really dark and the language reflects the pain. I particularly liked this poem the most of the 3 you submitted today, especially the muddy pebbles as the tears, the dead cotton in the hot field and, so powerful, the murderer being your own pain. Vivid images, thanks. I am weeping now... (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2005 4:13:00 AM)

    Good work Sandra, but I will have to write a comedy to cheer you up.
    Best wishes,
    (Report) Reply

Read all 5 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: murder, laughter, lonely, child, green, red, pain, dark, life, children

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 2, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2005

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]