Words are human, emotions divine!
So how do I express
My pain in just a line...
The strain, the trauma, the stress
Man-made words just cannot explain
The depth or intensity of my pain.
Does pain have any colour?
Yes, of course it does...
The blazing colour of fire
My head shoved into a furnace.
Does pain have any taste?
Yes, I've swallowed it...
The bitter acidic paste
Burning its way to my stomach pit.
Does pain have any flavour?
Yes, it sure does stink...
A sealed tomb - stale air,
Suffocating, choking life within.
Does pain make any sound?
Yes, I've heard the echoes...
Ear splitting cacophony, my head resounds
With silent screams and anguished whispers.
Does pain have any weight?
Yes, I've been carrying it around...
Heavier than an elephant - my freight
Unbearable burden, being crushed to the ground.
Does pain have a cost tag?
Yes, I've paid the price...
Worse than a washrag
My warped twisted life.
Through poetry I try to express
The pain that's ripping me apart
But mortal words are inadequate
To speak the language of the heart.
Feelings - sad and happy... God's creation
Divine aid needed to express these emotions.