I clutch my belly
bent over
distorted in anguish
pain is my name
my hut has burned downmy stream run dry
stones pelted at me
my soul is sorrowful
boils afflict my body
tears scorch my face
no shade on my back
darkness has overtaken me
I have nothing
6 comments:
this piece is at odds with your layout
it sounds final as if hope does not exist and that the current state is the permanent state
well written
:(
sigh
reads like a psalm.
also,
I understand.
pain is so overpowering that way. and you have nailed it in this poem.
but the relief when it's eased? amazing.
@Scotchie-thank you for understanding
@Pandave-I always remember your words to me "up is coming" and that makes awaiting relief far much easy :) so, thank you!
hey prettylyf! super holidays to you! my "gift" is this "one lovely blog" award that i have sent your way. it comes with my appreciation and thanks for sharing this piece of you with me!
happy new year Prettylyf. happy, hopeful, joyful strong!!!
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