Yes, pain has a face <br />It's not that obscure <br />It's gleeful, good-looking and bright <br />It shines thru the storm <br />Of inner-most dread <br />And stares at me into the night <br /> <br />And pain has a voice <br />I hear it at times <br />When otherwise happy I'd be <br />It lasso's my heart <br />And ties it in knots <br />And tells all the rest I'm just me <br /> <br />But pain has no hands <br />To grip and to hold <br />Or legs to keep pace with my own <br />So I can pretend <br />By distance and years <br />That rascal has left me alone<br /><br />Mac Wilkey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-has-a-face/
