Hurt. The last feeling before
you regain your hope
and find new pathways forwards.
It stings, worse than anything.
It's like the pain of walking
barefoot over
a field of barbed pins.
Searching for a four-leaf clover
but only feeling the skin
scratching aside,
pulling your flesh to one side
before the deep pit of salt
that awaits your next stride.
It's that jolt in the chest
feels like it's being stretched,
Pulled to test
how much pressure
can be applied before it tears.
Heart aches with each beat,
reverting pain around your body
from your head to your feet.
Fear starts the taps of sweat flowing.
Will I get out of this alive, or us this it,
is my final curtain closing?
Pain contains
so many strained words.
It enflames your nerves,
then freezes them cold.
Now brittle, they snap
every time you try to grab hold.
The shock as they trickle
like dust through the cracks.
All because your heart combusts,
blazing over misplaced loves.
Grazing only lets them sit,
deep in the pit of your exposed weariness.
Teary eyes witness
your sad demise,
not yet realising
that the tears you cry
will in time
wash away the dirt,
Removing the grime
and will bring everything
back with a shine.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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