That pain I can compare onto no other.
It drags from heaven the angels in mass.
Bark is stripped from mighty oak and willow.
Nothing stands in its way, all are its prey.
It creeps up on you silently, when you least expect it.
Then the wax is cast, the water pressure rising.
It seems that man once strong can cry once more.
It makes one retreat, it makes you hide from the world.
It steals the little things from you the stronger it becomes.
Past echoes will keep you aware of the loss of jingles in the air.
Then the red divide marches past your door and at last…
…The channel burst forth and you are released!!
Great poem. Loved the ending.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Wrote it at a time when both my eardrums were infected and burst. Painful memories, lol....
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