Black Poetry : My Pain Rose

7thPoet

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“My Pain Rose”

my pain rose like that geyser at Yellowstone
it was old and faithful
yet it leaped and spit and spewed
all over…
my pain rose
it rose like the dust rose
from the World Trade Center
cementing thousands under clouds of anguish…
my pain rose
with prickly thorns protecting its crimson beauty
it stung and hurt and maimed, it tortured
it was old and faithful
like that geyser
hot and humid and cloying…
my pain rose
to greet me at sunrise
issuing forth edicts
from the great State of Depression…
it rose to full mast
like the flag over the Pentagon
the day before September eleventh…
my pain rose early every daybreak
needing no vacation
gray and gloomy like fog
it rose…
my pain was a ventriloquist
using me like a wooden dummy
to herald its preeminence…
it rose from agony’s bowels
a deep wound…
it rose like water rises seeking its own level…
it rose and bobbed its ugly head
like empty bottles on a stream…
it rose and lingered and stank
like breath from stale beer…
my pain ached like a decayed bicuspid
throbbing on jangled nerves…
my pain rose
and has risen every morning like clockwork
since the day after you left me…

Rose
 

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