There is a pain that
Statistics can't define,
Can't be labeled
As chronic or acute
No treatment can erase.
It throbs and spreads
But never shows.
It aches and deepens
And never slows.
The only one who knows
Is the victim who suffers
But we hide it
Never confide it
And on and on it goes.
There is a pain so horrible
That it numbs us
And it dumbs us
Until we actually
Think it's normal.
Just another day
Alone, in disarray.
No more questions now:
Hope is the prey.

11/10/2009

Posted on 11/16/2009
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