Agony of Pain
Is pain the upward thrust of a knife
Into a part of your living body
Or is pain the gut-wrenching
Ordeal of losing a loved one
Is pain the mental anguish of love lost
That break the silence of a nightmare
Of silent screams
That separate your brain from your body
Is only numbed by a poison called booze
That dribbles from your unconscious body
That lie in the eternal gutter of pain itself
allan james saywell