The thing that caused me so much pain

The thing that caused me so much pain

 

I sit here pondering life, oh what a dirty tale it is.

It starts slow building pressure.

The pain in my gut gets worse.

 

Hoping and praying it will soon come to its climax.

Still no relief please let it end.

 

Sweat on my brow, teeth clenching from fear.

When will it end? It’s coming out slowly at the end.

 

Suddenly, with a burst of pleasure and relief.

It finally came out; I gave birth to its end.

  

I sit here contemplating what it was that I had been creating.

I see it now.

 

It is a beautiful 4 ½ minute poem.

Reviews

[dw817]

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Umm ... ??? Didn't I review this at some point earlier in a PM from you ? I can't remember now ...

[ron]

NOt sure. It could be I revised it...lol.

[dw817]

Oh - well ... (reading) ... Hmm ... I can't add much to this in discussion except that I guess everyone at some time needs to be a mass debater. :)

[Magnolia]

Loved the concept of this !...had me right up until the end :))

[ron]

Thank you. The end was a suprise to me when I wrote it.

[Magnolia]

Ha ha...:))

[Keith]

You teased us with a riddle, was it about suicide, constipation, sex? No, a poem. Nice delivery.

[ron]

Thank you. I had fun with this one.

[CrochetRie]

Woo- I thought my computer screen would explode! Absolutely perfect!

[ron]

Thank you. I'm very happy you liked it.

[shallimarRose]

I did not know if this was erotic or crazy when I started to read... Yes some poems can be very hard birthed but the trick is not to hold them back.. They will write themselves if we let them many times.. I enjoyed reading this.. xoxo

[ron]

Thank you.

[shallimarRose]

your welcome Ron.. xoxo

[Ruth]

The beautiful process of labouring those syllables and metaphor...ahh...unique love! x

[ron]

Thank you.