Pain

When the pains of life, soak the bones

Pain soaked bones,

Bone soaked pain;

Now it's gone, or has it.

Shifted to somewhere else,

Did we deserve it;

Their shame, passed on, for us to carry.

Do we really matter;

Other than being gaslighted,

Scapegoated into oblivion.

On the edge of seventeen.

Reviews

[MCS]

I often wonder how these generational cycles of abuse continue. Doesn’t anyone just say to themselves, this is not how I want to live, and just try something new? I suppose Jung was right when he said: “The healthy man does not torture others—generally, it is the tortured who turn into torturers.”

[Fabian G. Franklin]

When I was eighteen I came in from work at the sawmill holding my back and my daddy asked me what was the matter with me. I told him my back hurt. He just laughed and told me I wasn't old enough to have a back. But then, he was killing people on enemy occupied islands when he was eighteen so I wasn't about to argue the point with him. Pain can be a friend. It lets us know when something isn't right but it's something no reasonable person cares to endure for very long.