PAIN

(c) 1996 Cari Grace, Survivor


Pain is black and dark and cold
Pain is when outside touches inside
Pain is when inside turns into outside
and then hurts inside even more.

Pain is red from blood
More often from others than our own
Pain is lonely screams for life and help
That are laughed at and please the listeners.

Pain is old and long ago
Pain is past come present
Pain is alive with regret and grief
Dying sometimes seems like its only relief.

HANDS IN THE SHADOWS

(c) 1996 Cari Grace, Survivor


Trembling silently
What lies in the shadows
Waiting for me
To give me pain
To tickle me
Whose hands are those
That touch me there
A place I am not allowed to go
I don't know, I don't know
It would kill me
Please don't let it be my Daddy
I love him more than anyone in the world
He makes me feel safe
He makes me feel special
He makes me feel important
He makes me feel loved
I would cease to exist without him
Engulfed by the hungry mother
Please let this be somebody else
It's the man with the red face
I know that much
But how could I see red in the dark
Maybe the hands will go away
And never come back
Maybe the train I hear outside my window
Will stop jumping the track each night
And rumble through my room
Maybe the hands will be satisfied
And not need me anymore
I want my Daddy to come and save me
I'm so confused
The monster doesn't go away

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embies' asarian poetry archives / she's anon-4552@anon.twwells.com / last revised january 1, 1997