X.XII.VII.Suffering With Your Pain

Why do you keep everything locked up inside?

Why secrets do you have, too awful to confide?

What is it you feel you have to hide;

Why is it, when you say 'I'm fine', that I always feel you've lied?

Why won't you share with me

What goes on inside your head?

What am I too blind to see?

Can honesty be dead?

I'd rather you'd just talk to me

Rather than locking it all away -

I hate the thought of you alone

Suffering with your pain.

It doesn't matter what you hide -

I'll still be here once I know.

Nothing that you could be hiding

Would be enough to make me go.

 

 

I love you.

Reviews

[Jesse]

the torment of not knowing what ails a loved one captured in your words... amazing!

[Kitty]

Beautiful poem. It's hard to confide in people with certain "truths" because you usually feel that no one can help you and that no one will love you if they ever found out. But on the other hand, it's so hard to know someone is in pain of any sort and to just have to stand there and watch. You want to do so much to help.

Great write!!!

Josie

[R J Askew]

This shows a strong urge to understand and draw your love object's pain away or at least work round it. The poem almost seems to have written itself. I like the way the rhyme skips at beat with me/see and head/dead being interlaced couplets ... lover-like. The final detached line anchors the whole thing and makes it clear why you care.