PainA Poem by redzone....sometimes....PAIN
I know mental pain, the pain of longing, of a broken heart, or of missing the ones you love most who have now passed, can be a terrible and often cruel pain. But right now, I would take all this pain and ask for more, just for a few seconds of relief from this physical pain that throbs throughout my body. I have a migraine spreading out from my knee that seems to laugh and mock me as it sears and shreds every nerve, some I never knew existed. And then starts over again, one level up. ~~~~~ Kurt Cobain sang about the mental anguish of “Pain” and captured it very well in his music, even though he said he never had a gun until that last moment, until his brains and blood splattered everywhere. I want to write poetry the way he could sing about pain. Nothing as fancy or metaphoric, just straight forward words, every day words that would get at and cut the heart out of emotion, of feeling, of needing anything. ~~~~~ And I won’t ever promise I don’t have a gun. Nope, never. So, “come as you are… As a known memory.” ~~~~~ I have to laugh at the ironic irony, of a name " Aztec Warrior; redzone. HA! I wish I could laugh at the idiocy found here. Instead I see more: fearful, cowardly, just a foolish old man, his pipe dreams floating down the river Styx. No flaming arrows shot into the boat to make a warrior’s pyre, just the slow, methodical rowing of the oarsmen. ~~~~~ This is not a dull pain, but sharp, crisp and electronically charged like being slave whipped again and again. So, “Come as you are… As a known memory.” I will never promise I don’t have a gun. Nope, never.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 7.2.17 © 2017 redzoneAuthor's Note
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