PAIN WAKENS

PAIN WAKENS
i wake up hurting,
it is the silver gray dream time,
the chilly hour that exists
just as night gives way to day...
and there is no opiate for this pain
it fulgurates along my nerve patterns,
down my spine
slices along my arms and legs
shredding the peace of dawn
fragmenting my mind,
i struggle out of a turbulent sleep
attempting control
of uncooperative limbs
when did this torture begin,
so long ago...
buried in nightmare shadowed past,
the instant lost in twisted memories
with honed blade fingernails dancing on my skin
and ice winds writhing through my brain
walking this dark splinter glass trail
i will listen to the weeping in the rains
slicing my heart soul whisper thin
while i fragment like shattered window panes...

Reviews

[Art Sun]

a vivid reminder of how fragile we really are, I have seen the pain through my eyes of one close to me...I can feel the pain from deep within this poem...nice work....

[jeannemarie coulter]

thank you...i thought i knew pain when i had the "shingles" on my left chest and back for a full year, but then i watched my beloved husband fall to cancer and realized how little i really knew...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this one cuts deeply and makes the heart bleed for the speaker....hoping the speaker will wake up and it will be only a dream.

[jeannemarie coulter]

thank you, jacob, your words always add to the meaning of mine...i guess we both know a bit about pain...