Pain

Shailaja Pai posted under PenMuse-12 Poetry on 2019-10-12



The vile monster called pain Cornered me once again Cold hands of this devil Gripping, spiteful, evil Seized me tight by my neck  I turned into a wreck. Emotions, deeply sad Took all the strength I had I fought, I screamed, I cried Till my helpless tears dried I kicked it with a whack It only kicked me back. Each time with a new face It stole my nights and days It trampled on my heart And tore my soul apart Wallowing in despair I sobbed; life was unfair. The hundred lies I heard Every insulting word That told me I’m not worth But a burden on earth Oh, I believed them all The monster heard my call. They called me names too rude And told me I’m no good I swallowed every slight The monster gripped me tight I gasped, began to choke That’s when at last I woke. I called my inner light And let it shine so bright The monster closed its eyes Turned blind, released its vice I stood up, strong and free And saw the monster flee. ____________ ____________