The song of my pain

Love is not a necessary evil if held in the hands of others.

 

The song of my pain

By jack

 

Crushed as is the orange

in amongst the fruit

Longing for the squeeze of bitter taste; afterlife lost

 

Shaded is the path of your emptied worn containers,

below nothing grows

 

I am caught between the wires,

to shoulder blame; in tested lengths

 

Crying to the silhouette,

long in waste and short of excuses that lie

 

Do speak for it does not care to listen,

it will not ever

 

Tea cups crash in a table cloth display,

curtain cocked

Slammed like mud at the school yard playground,

barred and bared

 

When calling to needs it was not true,

this dearly departed thought

 

Share the rest as a needled thread advances the line,

stitches torn  

 

That smile is of ancient value,

old and gray,

formed of stone

 

Carry it away quickly enough to hide

the song of my pain

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Photograph by me

Reviews

[James William Dyer]

I especially liked the first stanza. "

When calling to needs it was not true" this line sounded a bit stumbly to me, but just my opinion.

[Jack...]

Thank James, I appreciate it.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Every individual has his own song of pain. I can relate to this, as I sing my own, too. Nice poem and photo.

[Jack...]

Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. Yes each of us has our own song of pain, but also somewhere inside is a marching band trying to get out.

[Emerald Seas]

The heartache is palpable. A rich writing with a depth of sorrow that lingers. I think all of us have been there in one form or another. The leafless tree branches highlight the stark feelings in this poem. An excellent accompaniment to your piece.

[Jack...]

Thank you Dear Sera

[Holly Mason]

I do not want to think of you in pain even if it is hidden beautiful photo
stitches torn...wouldn't life be easy to repair pain with needle and thread
thank you for sharing

[Jack...]

Thank you so much, your comments mean so much to me. Yes indeed it would be easy, unfortunately easy doesn't always go well with life.

[Holly Mason]

well if life was easy we would all be stupid

[Jack...]

Often I wonder if I am not...

[Holly Mason]

i would not think so...but I am not a light bulb putter inner hahah?Nor am I to bright...but your words light up all of us

[Jack...]

You are bright about some things, you have raised two wonderful daughter's owned you own business, had the good sense to move your kids to a community that is friendly and has a good school system and no telling what else your intelligence has led to.

[Holly Mason]

aahhh who are we kidding no one here is stupid really don't like that word it is not even nice to say...and thank you for your nice words