PAIN:

If pain´s to be endured, sent by all-knowing Gods,

Let it not be mouthed, from cruel sods & banal bods,

Rather let it come, upon the voice of thundered storm,

Let barbed cruel words, of mighty Thor, take their form.

 

If very painful stabbing, is to be the order of the day,

Let it not be to my heart, as from me, you walk away,

Rather let it be, from the warm stings of golden bees,

Let it be poking of icicles, as winter time does freeze.

 

If pain must ogle within ugliness, in its icy cold staring,

Let it not be with indifference, of you no longer caring,

Rather let it be, from ocean´s cold waving of farewell,

Let it be nature, in her lessons, teaching me all is well.

 

If pain must be shown, in its slap, its punch & scratch,

Let it not be from your hand, nor key in departing latch,

Rather let it be, slap of bare branches, & silly naked trees,

Let it be scratching on cheeks, by cheeky humoured breeze.

 

If pain is to be heard, within the cruel & taunting words,

Let it come from whining winds & voices of moaning birds,

Rather than from you, denying your loving me, as you speak,

Let pain come to me, only from the mockingbird’s sad beaks.