Fields of Pain

This is a poem about anger, frustration, and loss.

Whoever said that time can

heal all wounds

must be demented and cruel

Not all memories can we hide

Sometimes their ugly heads can submerge

Through a nasty string of words

As I walk through these fields of pain

Where the tasteless plants grow

and the strange structures sway

I plan to leave; just not today

Reviews

[Raghib]

Anger, frustation and loss are an evil kind . We sit and feel those things when we want to move away from them .
"I plan to leave,just not today" .
This reminds me of a song which had these lyrics
"Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go
But theres comfort in the panic" .

[walkingman117]

Sad story... cool poem, though :)

[Stephanie M]

Thanks for your insight. I like your profile picture.