I Know You Have Pain

I know you have pain.

I know that the blades of life have you in their clutch, as they do all things

To varying degrees

The blood that spills on the floor, 

It steams with screams of torture

It pulsates and writhes in the throes of what you remember

Of what you know and what you don't

Like the world, the horrible world that crushes us all as we push it away.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

That's impressive writing, very dramatic.