A Poem for Pain



Another of my forays into poetry:


Take Away the Vodka
Take away the vodka
And the wine; no stout for me.
I don’t want the numb
And fake honesty.
I am in pain right now
And I choose to feel it:
The bald uncertainty,
The fear of tomorrow,
The distrust of today.
The world is not a nice place;
No altered state will make it so.
This agony is truth; it clings
Like a worn lover.
It whispers bitter nothings:
“You must be broken
So you can heal.”

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