Pain, <br />Is this a word, <br />I have it and yet it was there in the clearing it left me. <br />Gripped by a certain energy, <br />Caught in a cocophony of criticism, <br />The whole world was wrong except me, <br />Pain I feel pain here where I begun, <br />My birthplace staring into the dying furnace, <br />Little Ms.everything struggling to be free from <br />Pain I feel pain surrounding my fulll belly <br />I have learned the hard way, <br />The life time sharpened by the knife time <br />where pain lots of pain keeps us locked up inside <br />OURSELVES lets me genorously <br />serve my hollow generalisations. <br />SPEECH BREATH THOUGHT THE WORDS OF AN UNDISCIPLINED INTELLECTUAL PROSTITUTE!<br /><br />Native Dreamer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-veil-of-tears/
