The Pain of Truth
The pain of Truth
It started as a small pin prick,
Nothing more,
This pain of mine,
Spreading slowly,
Outward from my heart,
Until it seems to engulf all of me,
Every fibre of my being,
Cries out,
All comes spilling out,
Words I thought never to be spoken,
Yet you laid them before me,
Naked truth,
Too much,
Far too soon,
My heart would be grey,
If there was any of it left,
Soul shattered,
Is there anything left?
I know not,
Only fragments of what was,
Moments of joy lost in sea of pain,
My eyes meet yours,
The gates’ break open
Free flowing tears,
Like cleansing spring shower,
Small sound escapes my lips,
Turns into simply the sound of ultimate suffering,
Pain threatens to consume completely,
Fiery depths of hell,
Can’t come close to this torture,
Just seems all hope is lost,
Your hands like a guiding light,
Wrap around me,
Holding me close,
Nothing can kill this pain,
But at least now it is a burden I can carry.
By
Clinton Trapp ‘10
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