Pain

How does one forget the image of pain

Their blood may have washed away

But it has forever stained my mind

 

I see their face on the insides of my eyelids

When I sleep I am still reminded

Never forgetting the image of their pain

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This was a touching poem which spoke to me. I once worked doing computer maintenance at a hospital and almost every day I was around human suffering. Many of the images still haunt me to this day, but none more then an infant that died at child birth. It was the first and last day I ever cried there at work. For the rest of the time there I chose to bring my tears home instead of having them there. Thank you for sharing this poem.

[Broken Soul]

Thank you for your comment. I, and I'm sure many others, appreciate the work you do. Sometimes we encounter situations that are difficult to deal with. Those are the things that shape who we are. Keep pushing on my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that stain is like a memory of touching a hot stove...always makes us flinch just thinking about it.

This is so intensely sad.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Trauma can linger for a long time. The visual suffering of others isn't something which is easy to deal with. Sometimes people need to seek help for it. A touching write from the perspective of a compassionate soul. Take good care of yourself.

Chris