feel the hurt that sits inside
as it twists and turns and squeals and writhes...
almost a living, breathing thing
as I listen to the painful song it sings...

ease the hurt that's settled within
allow the light to show where it's been...
a picture painted with a colorful array
of life's shadows from night and day...

suppress the hurt that keeps my breath
shove it down before it causes death...
force it far from the surface of emotion
each footstep sinks as further I run...

wound the hurt that holds me captive
take it prisoner, so I can live...
need to be free of these chains that ache
the heaviest of all, known as heart break...

kill the hurt that seeps below
feel it rise and burn me so...
each moment more intense than the last
wish to heal this sore called 'the past'...
-S.M.