Pain

what’s left?
for whatever whining vomitous words a poet would bleed to be pain.
an epic release to be born again
damn this face and heart and soul,
this life being so hard to understand.
All I am and would be,
dead without a second glance
to the point that my own words frustrate me
leaving me not dead or alive,
but empty.
I wish I could say more
but even creativity has been buried.
as odes always come and go,
but the pain is everlasting.

I wanted to die tonight,
for God knows but a second,
but still.
All I am is lonely, in the largest spotlight.
All I am is empty, would anyone care to read.
All I am is trying, to please: but no,
some days I fall down too-
in the circles that become us
forgetting not forgiving,
but I will still remember:
and there lies the pain.

(c) David Griffin Brown 1998


Pain what’s left? for whatever whining vomitous words a poet would bleed to be pain. an epic release to be born again damn this face and heart and soul, this life being so hard to understand. All I am and would be, dead without a second glance to the point that my own words frustrate me leaving me not dead or alive, but empty. I wish I could say more but even creativity has been buried. as odes always come and go, but the pain is everlasting. I wanted to die tonight, for God knows but a second, but still. All I am is lonely, in the largest spotlight. All I am is empty, would anyone care to read. All I am is trying, to please: but no, some days I fall down too- in the circles that become us forgetting not forgiving, but I will still remember: and there lies the pain. (c) David Griffin Brown 1998