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Relinquishing Pain

 

Relinquishing Pain

 

     1

 

     I needed to write something,

I needed to write something quicker than lead

So I did,

It was read and laughed at and scorned

And all grimaced as pain ran through

Every word that was said.

 

I needed to write something

A scribe would be inspired

To place in tablets of stone,

So I wrote and all said,- nothing!

 

I needed to eradicate the pain

For nothing was meant till at least,

The dullness and fogginess of all

That coursed through my soul

Had died,

     All that died – the burden of being alone.

 

     2.

 

     I have reached and flexed and contorted

Like many and yet,

Still we go on, I write you read

I bleed you grieve and believe;

     A brand spanking new,

A brand new branded and scarred

And crimson a mark speaks

A new tablet of faith.

 

     3

 

     You need let go of your pain

They say,

You need let go of the hurts

Ebb and flow and I can I suppose

But where within prose would you

Find meaning and posturing

And where within leanings do I write

The new ‘save?’

 

     4

 

     I’m letting go but only

As far as the rope will fall,

But its length I know not of,

Its strength I’m not sure of

And dangling,

     I’m neither holding or swaying.

 

     I’m looking on!

The rope discarded for my

New tablet of faith and whereas

A string could write many words;

There be only one on this new tablet,

A word set solemn and sole,

A word I fear not many have heard

And I’m begging you understand the

History of its form,

    

     For it speaks not of wealth,

Not of words associated with drugs,

No predicament here than in the psyche

Of your mind, the love of your heart

And the sanctity of soul,

And the word inscribed for all

To understand that may change

Passage of time,

The word I beg you ponder

As night follows day follows night

Follows day, a word left forgotten

And frozen while you race the

Human race away,

The word I’m admiring and wanting

You own,

     Be the only word that will see

You all through,

And that word; be it in all

Your endeavours,

                              Be………… Ethics!

 

Michael J Waite 28th March 2012.

◄ Death Row Town

Soldier, Sailor, Air Force, Dad ►

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