Pain shoots through my every vein
Pain my old friend, my bane.
Of my body
each cell you saturate
and every fibre of my soul,
Wrecked vessel so shoddy
perfect companion for pain,
my body is.
And my soul, what of it?
Nothing but another channel
for my old friend to exist.
“I hope the exit is joyful — and I hope never to return — Frida”.
- Pain: Feeling of Hopelessness (theparkingpoet.wordpress.com)
- The Pain of “Seeing Things Too Well” (literarylew.wordpress.com)
- On the Shores of depression (haunterspain.wordpress.com)