Written by Ken Carman

Pain
Twist it
Turn it
Spin it around
Play catch
Eat it
Expel
Consume again

I examine pain
Like a collector
Looks at a butterfly
All the tormented colors
Stark
But beautiful

You never understood
You never really knew
Those who do the hurting
Rarely do

All the pain
What could have been
What was
What will never be
All that pain
Has made me
Me

More real
Than your every fake smile
The…
“Let’s be friends”
“See you in a while”

All those lies
That I don’t miss
Hesistant hug
Phoney kiss
Missing them has made me
More real
Than even I knew
Back when meaningless sex
Made you
You

Pain feeds the poet
The humble
And starves what’s lame
Pain well placed
Keeps the creative sane

There’s a time for pain
And for pity too
This poem’s my time for pity
Pity…
you
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Ken Carman
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