There is a part of me
That hurts so much
A visceral pain
Not stabbing, searing
Bent moaning, groaning
More a seemingly protective
But invisible raincoat
With a hood
That covers your naked head
The hurts built into every thread
Every strand woven
Perhaps a shadow or ghost
A repressed memory
Deaf as a post
A container unnamed
Unframed
Still
There's an occasional smile on my face
Sometime faked
Perhaps the rejection you endured
Where your mere existence
Incited rage, vitriol and hate.
Leaving you in that hurt away cave
Thinking
Why
Why
Why
Presence can be a dangerous place or naughty or nice
Still
I still cry when the world goes awry.
And if I should reach radical acceptance I might know
How
The true know the untrue
The logical the random
The sane the insane.
Looking for answers in the contradiction and pain.
I look for truth
And find only pieces
Pick up the pieces
Put them in my pocket
And save them ro a sunny day.
My puppy of eighteen years passed away.
I hope he found peace and a sunny place to run and play.
We'll be together again some day.
Best Friend
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
There is a part of me
That hurts so much
A visceral pain
Not stabbing, searing
Bent moaning, groaning
More a seemingly protective
But invisible raincoat
With a hood
That covers your naked head
The hurts built into every thread
Every strand woven
Perhaps a shadow or ghost
A repressed memory
Deaf as a post
A container unnamed
Unframed
Still
There's an occasional smile on my face
Sometime faked
Perhaps the rejection you endured
Where your mere existence
Incited rage, vitriol and hate.
Leaving you in that hurt away cave
Thinking
Why
Why
Why
Presence can be a dangerous place or naughty or nice
Still
I still cry when the world goes awry.
And if I should reach radical acceptance I might know
How
The true know the untrue
The logical the random
The sane the insane.
Looking for answers in the contradiction and pain.
I look for truth
And find only pieces
Pick up the pieces
Put them in my pocket
And save them ro a sunny day.
My puppy of eighteen years passed away.
I hope he found peace and a sunny place to run and play.
We'll be together again some day.
Best Friend
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