Pain

The agony of unreciprocated love. . . there are few feelings as intense.

I squint my eyes, not because of the brightness of the sun,
I squint because of the waves of pain that through my heart do run.
I sit in silence looking solemn, not because I can,
I sit in silence because of a pain that destroys both boy and man.

 

I am a fool, not because I’m foolish, but because I do believe,
that a woman is able to love me, though it’s her nature to deceive.
My tears are unable to fall, not because I’m faking,
but because of a deep pain that’s in my soul and a heart that’s slowly breaking.

 

I strive to be a good man; true and faithful and just,
but what I get in return is dejection, so I fear I must,
release myself from the misery that I have come to know so well,
for how can this be Heaven when in my heart it burns like Hell.

 

This is the Pain that I’ve come to know,
 it is the cross I bear,
for though you profess your undying love,
my heart you will not share.

 

This is the Pain that holds me,
 in the stinging embrace of sorrow,
and though I look to the future with hope,
for me there is no tomorrow.

 

This is the Pain that keeps me crying,
 it keeps me wishing in vain,
it keeps me hoping that I can be loved
and to be released from the bowels of pain.

 

But this is the Pain that lives and breathes,
it’s alive within my psyche,
it lashes out, it slashes out, it says,
 “You can’t escape me! ”

 

This is the Pain that only you can relieve, but I’m not certain that you will,
It’s the Pain of being last in your heart and first forgotten in mind,
It’s the Pain that’s chilling me, it’s slowly killing me,
will you save me or leave me here dying?

 

This is the Pain that follows me,
 through life, through love, through death,
It’s the Pain that tells me you’re leaving me
 and that your love has already left.

 

This is the Pain that I live with,
and it seems there’s no escape,
for the love that I seek, I’m forbidden to speak
My heart is in such dismal shape.

 

This is the pain that keeps me wondering,
“Am I loving you in vain? ”
Or am I waiting for the day that you will say,
“I’m leaving you here...
in Pain”

 

By: Nathaniel A. Booker, Sr
'Genius under Construction'

© Nathaniel Booker