The Eloquence Of Pain
The Eloquence of Pain
pain is eloquent
it speaks with words
the echo no one wants
to hear;
torment, hopelessness,
despair.
pain speaks loudly —
its haunting melody
Bartok, weeping
pain begs forgiveness
for its violent acts against
the spirit—it’s not personal
like a cruel lover who betrays
it lets you believe
things will change
its infidelity, relentless, cruel
the hurt so brutal, movement
becomes an endless silence
unable to bear the weight of tears
pain has no respect for time
minutes pass arduously
hours don’t let the day end
a week in bed feels like eternity
there is no prize for those
who endure.
an abyss without bottom
where darkness begs for light
it does not come.
pain is a substitute for nothing
there is nothing worse.
in the last issue
it takes everything
your life as you dreamed of
washes away before you
like a water coloured portrait
no longer recognisable....
leaving only the stain of what
once was, now simply, the silence
and solitude of loss.
A. Norton Jones