The memory of pain

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Pain does not end when the wounds heal. Instead, it survives as memory, breathing through regret.

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The memory of pain perhaps causes more pain,

when all was exposed, an artery and a vein

The exposed nerves kissed the cruel air;

while the dark, flowing blood, left a stain

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The memory of pain is walking the road of regret;

each step burdensome — breath, blood and sweat

Kicking small clouds, dust of old guilt,

the downward journey is certain and all set

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The memory of pain is smelling the stink of loss;

the rainclouds have long gone, as speaks the moss

The body breathes on, drawing in the poison;

soul becomes the victim and is hanged on the cross

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The memory of pain is an assault on the senses,

the heart is filled with misery, thinking of pretences

All exposures and encounters, victory of the ego;

the eyes fill with tears, surrendering all defences

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The memory of pain is what keeps some alive;

breathing and moving, trying to survive

With each dawn, there is hope, salvation or damnation;

the wait is balanced delicately on the edge of a knife

8 thoughts on “The memory of pain”

  1. “The memory of pain,
    is what keeps some alive;
    and aware of life
    Each day, a call for salvation,
    each day, expecting damnation
    The soul’ barely able to survive;
    while understanding thrives”

    Right on the money..!!

    And in the aftermath… indeed…
    it is a laborious walk of regret…
    An unwilling burdensome effort,
    to really want to go anywhere…
    or want anything anymore…
    Aah the guilt… Off letting it get to this…
    Tired is the soul…
    What does it all even matter anymore…
    Now… Here… Today… Tomorrow…
    Who cares…

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