Day 186..#Pain..

Have you ever written something for someone you’ve liked?

In my case it was poetry.

And no.

He didn’t feel the same way..

*cue the violins*

I write a lot of poetry..mostly when I’m sad..or..not..

But I like to write.

Today, I was going through some old stuff..well as much as I have on this laptop (since my old one crashed February last year..R.I.P!) and I laughed so hard at some I cried!

And letters..and stories..

I L.O.V.E poetry..I think more spoken word..emotions that come across in words portrayed to an audience..a group..a space of listeners that are attentive..respectful..quiet.

I L.O.V.E poetry..

Here’s an old piece of mine that I found..some spoken word..

*n.b* It’s written how it was performed..I hope you enjoy it.. =)

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Pain

I’m feeling
Pain
My body’s all contorted as my mind struggles to disconnect
I’m used to the
Pain
That’s why I don’t cry as often as I used to
Don’t hurt as much as I want to
I sit
In the foetal position
Of a corner that seems to be
My mind
Nauseated by nature
And choking back the release
Of discontent
You don’t understand
And I believe you never will
But I’ve allowed myself to speak
And the war of the system continues
I clutch my broken body
The first always the worst it seems
And yet
I’m still not used to the
Pain
Paint a picture
Bring me a canvas
Show me how
Show me
What
I feel
Stroke
By stroke
Pain
Paralyses me
Why must I
Plead with you
To stop?
Words become
Slower
Slurred
Pain
It won’t let me go
Takes over
Makes me ask the question
Was I ever in control?