“Give me Pain, ” she said <br /> “Shorn of Innocence’s <br /> Searing Knowledges; <br /> from Searing Awakenings <br /> Sad Joy <br /> its <br /> Sidereal Beginnings- <br /> Misunderstood Sufferings- <br /> Pain the Awakener <br /> Striper of Veils <br /> which shield <br /> us from <br /> Fulsome Life’s Givings <br /> Flowers <br /> but no bud <br /> absent <br /> Dead Winter <br /> Fall <br /> and Jubilant Spring. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Give me <br /> the Vein Splintered <br /> Pain’s Egress <br /> as I remain <br /> impervious <br /> my Red Reward <br /> My Imagination’s Castle <br /> My Abstract <br /> before I move in <br /> in those many worlds <br /> in so called Reality <br /> all imaginary <br /> don’t you see? <br /> <br /> Therefore, <br /> whether <br /> we shall live in Mine <br /> or Yours <br /> is <br /> Elementary <br /> Speaking <br /> ever so not <br /> Consequentially <br /> despite <br /> your sincerely <br /> or ill felt Sympathies <br /> so chaste. <br /> <br /> If you must <br /> for My Pain <br /> know <br /> yea well: <br /> Sympathy is <br /> Pains <br /> form <br /> of Understanding <br /> and the <br /> Insensate’s <br /> form of <br /> Living.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-s-greed/
