The Far Side of Pain
The vortex of pain does have a bottom.
True, after you reach oblivion,
skin shredded, bloody,
and lying in a pool of anguish,
there comes a calm,
a realization you have been reduced,
and relief is found
in the jab of a needle
filled with a dark liquid,
the harbinger of death.
But first comes the vistas; a
field of Bluebells and Poppies,
a mountain stream with ice
cold waters of Winter’s snow,
and a forest of green.
It’s a dream veil that turns
into nightmares
of being buried alive
while wide awake
unable to move
or scream (mouth a silent scream).
Aztec Warrior/redzone 12.29.2025
I’m aware of the phases of pain, Curt, and you seem to be as well, tho I do see some differences in our perceptions of it. You might like my piece, “Dark Alice Comes to Call.” Hmmm, I just checked, and it seems I never uploaded that one. Strange, I’ll have to remedy that. In the meantime, along the same lines is, “Dead Muse.” It’s here somewhere.
Hi FlatDaddy, thanks for the comment. And I will read “Dead Muse”. Perhaps you posted “Dark Alice…..” at WritersCafe’?? I will look there to see and read.