Pain

Pain

A Poem by Riv

The more I look
The less I see
The more you look
The more I become

There's a sense of sadness
It renounces itself in you
Only to make a silent sound
So shrill in the feel

I wish I could take it
The pain you feel
It only begins to spread
As I jump conclusions

Have I lived as I were
Have I done something wrong
Is there a path I must take
Or perhaps one you must

The more I think
The less I know
The more you think
The more I incline

© 2015 Riv


Author's Note

Riv
I'm visiting my family in Oregon and it's becoming more clear how much I don't know about the world. And how sadness runs in my family like a plague.

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I would hope that you would look at yourself and your family through an objective eye before making any broad stroked conclusions about how sadness must run in your family. Being objective is the operative word here and is not always easy to do from within the test group. Being cheerful can sometimes spread as easy as the plague. I wish you and your family well.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Hey Limno, you write it as you see and feel it,
A bold statement, there are times such as this
And we cant do nothing about it" Time does heals
Almost everything,, cool write" thanks for the add! :-)

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Living with loved ones enveloped in sadness is a tough row to hoe. And I wish I could cheer you up about the world, but I'm old enough to be your grandfather and I STILL don't know a lot about the world. It's better just to focus on getting to know your own little corner of it and how to be a better person for having known this bit of info. The secret of life? No, life is no secret; just LIVE IT! take care...dan

Posted 8 Years Ago


I liked the logic of your words.
"The more I think
The less I know
The more you think
The more I incline"
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


I guess families can be hard to deal with, you can't choose them like friends, you express you're frustration and sadness in this poem and i hope it works its self out, baring your soul here is a start, little steps as they say :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is actually a pretty damn accurate description of pain:

"Only to make a silent sound
So shrill in the feel"

I have never thought about describing it that way, but now that you have I realized it's spot-on. Cheers to you and your great writing. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


pain is complex..........much like love.......and change is inevitable.
amazing poem......
i liked it!!!
:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


I hope you and you family are able to move past this pain... brilliant write that made me think of the saying,
"We can't change other people but we can change ourselves and how we respond! "

Posted 8 Years Ago


love the style of the poem really enjoyed reading it.. thanks for sharing

Posted 8 Years Ago


Some people allow themselves to be in pain their entire life and don't have the ability to see their way out of the misery. The break in that family plague is recognizing it as you have and changing. People are a product of there environment and sometimes they don't know any difference until someone shows them the other side of life. Thank you for sharing some of your pain.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I would hope that you would look at yourself and your family through an objective eye before making any broad stroked conclusions about how sadness must run in your family. Being objective is the operative word here and is not always easy to do from within the test group. Being cheerful can sometimes spread as easy as the plague. I wish you and your family well.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Apple Valley, CA



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Alright, let's do this. My name is Riv or Abby. Either one works. I'm eighteen years old and really love writing poetry on my spare time. While I do write novels and wish to publish one or a few one d.. more..

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