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Monday, November 11, 2013


Sword through my temples
Twisting gently with the pulse
The rhythmic push of blood
Pumping steadily from the heart

"Pain begone!!"
I cry to anyone that can hear
Though mostly it makes them edge away
Wary of the strange actions of one so near

I can place a chilled hand to the afflicted area
Causing momentary relief
Which just as quickly recedes
Replaced by the familiar throb of pain
Which gives no gain
Prompting me to wish the saying was different

Perhaps more like
"No gain, no pain"

But then that would be fair
Which is something that this life certainly is not
Although at least it gives us all something common to share
For pain of one kind or another is something that each of us has got