Monday, April 28, 2008

Poem: Pain #3

Pain is cunning
it cannot be seen
like electricity
you can only tell it's there
by it's action;
grimaces, cries,
groans and moans.

There is no way to prove
how much you hurt
invisible
it exists
only for you

Your body can hurt
your feelings can hurt
your pride can hurt you too.

Like a unifying principle
of nature
ever-present
in every living being.

Surely pain
is a part of God?

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