a ration of pain

it is

my turn

for a ration

of

pain in this

minute world

where my

tongue

becomes a rug

for muddy

shoes to scratch upon

when the sky

cries into

soft tissues

and where my

heart becomes

a marbled

gravestone

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. You asked the question we will ask often in our life. I believe better to love and lose, than to be fearful and alone. You open the door to a long conversation with this poem. My type of poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[sweetbuddha]

I agree. Better to have loved and lost than to never know what love is. Because I believe that love is the highest form of happiness, though it may not last long and it may hurt later, your mind and heart will always remember what love is. And there is always love waiting to be found out there, whether it be a soul mate, a friend, or family. To never know love, is never knowing what the highest euphoria of happiness is. :) Thank you for reading

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. A amazing poem.

[sweetbuddha]

Thanks. That means a lot, especially as a new writer :)