The Last Hurt

The Last Hurt

 

When were you last hurt

I don’t just mean let down

or disappointed

I mean really hurt

The kind of stabbed in the

Back hurt

You told me about this morning

The twisted knife in the

Gut hurt

You once frequently referred to

 

When were you last hurt

Come on baby tell me

Hey did I just call you baby

I bet that stings a bit

Have you ever been in agony

I doubt it

I don’t just mean a niggle or an ache

I mean abject misery

No I thought not

Never mind it will find you

Believe me you have earned it

 

 

Reviews

[Lavi]

I dunno, for me the last true hurt was one of acceptance, like I saw the betrayal happening but finding it happening despite my expectations hurt the most... but pain is relative and everyone has their own tolerance/perspective of it. Nevertheless I find the depiction of this very good, well-delivered. Good work!

[Neville]

Hey Lavi, you may never know just how grateful I am to everyone who takes the time to consider my words.... You are of course, absolutely right, pain is indeed relative, and like beauty, subjective too... Many thank you's.. Please accept my apologies for not responding before now but I have been otherwise engaged...... Neville

[Donna]

This is one of the best poems I have read!

[Neville]

Dear Donna, thank you so very much indeed for the glowing review, you are far too generous and kind but very much appreciated.. Please accept my apologies for the delay in responding, I have been otherwise disposed.... All Good Things, Neville

[sette]

we can never understand human nature despite the many lessons and experiences, there is something mystical and peculiar the only thing that we can do is to accept and understand and maybe in time to learn to forgive and bury the pain

[Neville]

..... funny thing about me my friend, despite words committed to a page, I seem always to retain the capacity to forgive... they are, after all just words.............bless ya sette....... Neville

[sette]

hahaha that i can understand more

[Neville]

Good girl it is so important to retain the capacity to distinguish between what is real and what is imagined....N

[emmajoy]

Not even a sadness hidden there, only a bitterness to defy a once seemingly gentle, beautiful mind. How often the innocent are hurt, pure and blameless that they are. Can only guess - though too often wrong, that dreams don't always come true, nor truths fade from the memory. What a tragedy of words: those final seven lines.

[Onlyme]

Yes people really can hurt you the closer they are to you the quicker they know how to sick out your weaknesses and pretend they do not care. That they actually hurt you. And eloquently said.

[Neville]

Thank you Dee for your thoughts & comments, they are both welcome & appreciated..... Neville

[Stella Armour]

Oooh Neville, someone has really got to you ....

only one person in my life has hurt me that much... still stings ... these people leave scars.

[Neville]

No.. these are just words from a life time ago... bless ya for checking them out for me.... N x

[Chris Shaw]

Oh my, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal. That type of hurt is twisted in the gut hurt, when everything you thought you had is trampled on and laughed at to your face. Anything else pales into insignificance. Your last lines, killer lines. This reads like a conversation. Not one that I would like to be party to. You convey the message here with a pointed tongue. A very sharp tongue indeed.

Chris

[Neville]

I do so appreciate your interpretation and time Christine.. these are part of ancient history, my history maybe and no longer important.... so cheer up it's a warm evening on what would have been my Fathers 86th birthday.... N

[Chris Shaw]

I'm in fine fettle. Very cheerful today Neville. Looking forward to a family weekend. "Don't believe everything you read or hear". Remember? So I don't. Don't forget that candle though for your Dad's 86th.

Chris

[Neville]

No, I sure wont forget & thank you for your recollections,.... Have a great weekend... Neville