A Word Called Pain
He was a coward
They say
As yellow as the buttercups
That shall grace his weary head
Some day
He was selfish
They say
For the love of God was all
around
He only had to pray
In judgement... they stand
On one in so much dread, that
He turned a rope to weaves and
knots
To kill his tortured head
But they did not know the man I
loved
A gentle hero, so above
So stand I here in pain and love
And.. oh so, proud proud wife
And here I stand with higher
hand than,
The ramblings of a baying band
Who say the words which maime
and hurt
When they did not know his pain
When he was worth their salt
Times ten and more
A king amongst the judgement
men
Who killed him surely, from his
birth
With cruelties against his worth
Yet still tongues fork their poison
lies
That drive all suicides to die
In the judgement of a feral herd
For they've yet to understand
a word...
Called Pain
M P 28/8/21
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A STUNNINGLY powerful read/write!!....WOW!!....no words my friend!!......Just empathy and agreeable understanding!!.......your cyber-friend and ever-admirer!!.....T xo
Really appreciated Tony...thanks so muvmch lovely man X
This packs such a hefty punch it made me kinda whistle as I drew in breath .. and whilst some folk may never understand .. there are others who close their eyes and nod .. because they are hurting too .. More often than not, we call them poets .................................. I may have got this all wrong but then its still bloomin brill whatever way one looks at it ............... N:) x
It was written in outrage at two poems posted on another site glorying strength, god and calling suicide weak selfish and cowardly. Well, there's free speech ànd then there is hatefulness...different things.
it's just perspective...and I thank you X
I guess it takes all sorts and I aint talking liquorice N :) x