Pain and the four letter word
Pain a four letter word that empties the heart
Soul spent, dreams shattered and nightmares imposed
Bone cracking
Backbrea king
Sinking drowning suffocating
Death but not quite dying
When time begins its illustrious torture,
Time after time, tick after tock
And distance stands to watch both assuring the pain does not stop
It’s painful, in fact it’s pain.
Jagged knives and blunt scissors that cut soul deep
When all colours turn into a dark dark red
Does the realisation cut all ends.
Shoulders that once supported now serve to turn their backs.
The feeling of all doors closing,
does His door remain open
For hope is a word that corresponds also with four.
Mohammad Awan 