Poetry

The pain

By 11th March 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

The pain
It gains no remorse
It has no consciousness
It has no feeling
To the inner self
Outer body
Physical or mental
Anatomy
With every grinding day
That reappears each way
My tears built
My anger grows
Inflicted pain is what I know
To feel the water on your cheek
To feel all heart wrenching redness
Upon the once happy cheek

Ruth Rayment

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