Wednesday, April 03, 2013

3. Hurting

It hits like a freight train
from beyond the tunnel,
unseen in approach,
the paralysing punch
of pain:
I am like stone
until it passes -
a station
ignored by the express
in its resolute journey.
I cannot see it
but others see it
expressed in eloquence
tracked on the platform
of my face.

day 3 of poetry month

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