Right now someone,somewhere in the world
is horrifically withdrawing from their poison,
in a jail for days ,
climbing the utter 4 walls of solitary confinement,
with no fresh air at all
just the stench of suffering,
haunting there broken spirits,
desperate to end it,
but that officer took their shoelaces out ,
and there's no possible way to do it.
Time is there worst nightmare here,
going nowhere ,
as they try to pretend to sleep forever,
and even attempting they know is not clever,
But it is all they've got
yearning to ignore the horror movie playing in there mind's eye,
infecting every fiber of there being rots,
diminishing the lie that it's ok
when they're certain that this must be hell!
in the belly of the beast,
being spiritually waylaid
feeling that they're cursed and the end is nigh,
absolutely terrified at the possibility
of there brutal existence
being any worse than it already is,
endlessly torchering them ,
over and over again, in detail,
reminding them of every single mistake
that they have ever made,
all the bad things they have ever done,
and how the good old days
can never come back again ,
but just as toxic painful memories;
so long,
forcing a futile desperate hope
for a time machine;
or if only they could just start again,
and this could all be
one big worst nightmare...
And yet it is so clear
that this is really real,
and this world is unfair!
Somewhere someone is suffering with hunger
and a deep emptiness
Weakens them to there core.
Some fast for religious purposes,
but mostly it's the poor ignored,
I am grateful I'm not them right now ,
because I felt this pain before.
with a deep yearning,
Convinced I could bare no more,
Some say there peckish,
some say their famished,
most say there hungry for more
Most have forgotten there starving;
just like before
of love and spirituality,
it's not really for me to say,
who's more in need of being fed
and that ultimately
there almost ,nearly dead.
Right now someone ,suffering, somewhere
has got the worst toothache
they've ever had in there entire life!
with no painkillers to take this
deep ache away !
probing and throbbing throughout the day,
then slicing like a knife,
when there only relief
is to but rock in misery
cradling their jaw,
yearning to end their life!
I'm glad I'm not them right now !
because I; yes me! felt this pain before!...
and it's the kind of pain
that hurts from the surface to your core.
so when I'm moaning
about the pain
I think I feel I'm in,
I should just refrain,
and stop compulsive complaints,
that toxic-ally taints,
like a self fulfilled prophecy,
if you doubt you go without
or busy earning a bad name...
if you believe you receive
is a load of ****
because,
when a toothaches
and the pain gets a grip
a toothaches....
Someone, suffering,Somewhere ...
just now,.
has broken their ankle ,
for the first time in there lives,
and was prior unaware
of the existence and possibility
they could feel so alive
with such an incredibly excruciating pain,
and has just been plastered up
if there lucky enough,
and given crutches for mobility
and must learn to cope is the deepest liberty
with the new struggle of getting from A to B,
or just making a simple cup of tea!
and hopping up and down the stairs,
to take a wee
or in and Out of bed
and into the shower,
becomes the new major struggle of the hour,
and you see,
in fact becomes more painful than the original break itself ,
as it is slow and cumbersome,
and creeps like stealth,
I know;for this pain was cryptic and raw...
And is one of the worst things that has ever happened to me before!,
and at the same time one of the best!
though they say the wicked get no rest,
but sometimes it's just that life is a test,
hidden deep aching phantom pain!
for this was the only thing that has ever made me stop and remain!,
slowdown and see the wood from the trees,
be alive; and just breathe...
bearing in mind it could of always been worse!
and that relative suffering in silence
is a hidden human curse...
Someone suffering someplace; is cold to the bone;
and can't find no warmth or love and no home.
I would rather be homeless, than feel so alone.
The fear of the coldness is worse than the truth,
certainly hurts,
but to be frozen with fear is definitely worse ,
stuck in a place where you can't find the words
and should of ,could of, would.
I'm grateful I'm not them right now!
and hope they find some warmth soon!
Maybe light a fire!
lest it invoke the grim reaper...
I know this pain and there's nothing like it...
and yet still ;there's nothing more painful
than the road to your heart going cold and cursed
the longest journey is from our head to our heart,
warm things up
better get living and make a start...
Someone somewhere is desperately thirsty,
deeply dehydrated and hasn't had a drop of water in days ,
they would drink the water from a police cell toilet,
if given the opportunity,
this is one of the worst pains I have ever felt...
and I'm glad it's not me right now!
because I've felt this hideous pain before,
looking back in hindsight, all of what I've presented
as one's brutal suffering ,can be just chances
for character building, for out of the darkness comes the light,
for where theres no pain theres no gain,
as one cannot exist without the other,
and one can't know abundant Joy,
without having felt great suffering,
For as deep and as broad is our suffering. ..
so shall be our comfort...x
AMEN
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
Right now someone,somewhere in the world
is horrifically withdrawing from their poison,
in a jail for days ,
climbing the utter 4 walls of solitary confinement,
with no fresh air at all
just the stench of suffering,
haunting there broken spirits,
desperate to end it,
but that officer took their shoelaces out ,
and there's no possible way to do it.
Time is there worst nightmare here,
going nowhere ,
as they try to pretend to sleep forever,
and even attempting they know is not clever,
But it is all they've got
yearning to ignore the horror movie playing in there mind's eye,
infecting every fiber of there being rots,
diminishing the lie that it's ok
when they're certain that this must be hell!
in the belly of the beast,
being spiritually waylaid
feeling that they're cursed and the end is nigh,
absolutely terrified at the possibility
of there brutal existence
being any worse than it already is,
endlessly torchering them ,
over and over again, in detail,
reminding them of every single mistake
that they have ever made,
all the bad things they have ever done,
and how the good old days
can never come back again ,
but just as toxic painful memories;
so long,
forcing a futile desperate hope
for a time machine;
or if only they could just start again,
and this could all be
one big worst nightmare...
And yet it is so clear
that this is really real,
and this world is unfair!
Somewhere someone is suffering with hunger
and a deep emptiness
Weakens them to there core.
Some fast for religious purposes,
but mostly it's the poor ignored,
I am grateful I'm not them right now ,
because I felt this pain before.
with a deep yearning,
Convinced I could bare no more,
Some say there peckish,
some say their famished,
most say there hungry for more
Most have forgotten there starving;
just like before
of love and spirituality,
it's not really for me to say,
who's more in need of being fed
and that ultimately
there almost ,nearly dead.
Right now someone ,suffering, somewhere
has got the worst toothache
they've ever had in there entire life!
with no painkillers to take this
deep ache away !
probing and throbbing throughout the day,
then slicing like a knife,
when there only relief
is to but rock in misery
cradling their jaw,
yearning to end their life!
I'm glad I'm not them right now !
because I; yes me! felt this pain before!...
and it's the kind of pain
that hurts from the surface to your core.
so when I'm moaning
about the pain
I think I feel I'm in,
I should just refrain,
and stop compulsive complaints,
that toxic-ally taints,
like a self fulfilled prophecy,
if you doubt you go without
or busy earning a bad name...
if you believe you receive
is a load of ****
because,
when a toothaches
and the pain gets a grip
a toothaches....
Someone, suffering,Somewhere ...
just now,.
has broken their ankle ,
for the first time in there lives,
and was prior unaware
of the existence and possibility
they could feel so alive
with such an incredibly excruciating pain,
and has just been plastered up
if there lucky enough,
and given crutches for mobility
and must learn to cope is the deepest liberty
with the new struggle of getting from A to B,
or just making a simple cup of tea!
and hopping up and down the stairs,
to take a wee
or in and Out of bed
and into the shower,
becomes the new major struggle of the hour,
and you see,
in fact becomes more painful than the original break itself ,
as it is slow and cumbersome,
and creeps like stealth,
I know;for this pain was cryptic and raw...
And is one of the worst things that has ever happened to me before!,
and at the same time one of the best!
though they say the wicked get no rest,
but sometimes it's just that life is a test,
hidden deep aching phantom pain!
for this was the only thing that has ever made me stop and remain!,
slowdown and see the wood from the trees,
be alive; and just breathe...
bearing in mind it could of always been worse!
and that relative suffering in silence
is a hidden human curse...
Someone suffering someplace; is cold to the bone;
and can't find no warmth or love and no home.
I would rather be homeless, than feel so alone.
The fear of the coldness is worse than the truth,
certainly hurts,
but to be frozen with fear is definitely worse ,
stuck in a place where you can't find the words
and should of ,could of, would.
I'm grateful I'm not them right now!
and hope they find some warmth soon!
Maybe light a fire!
lest it invoke the grim reaper...
I know this pain and there's nothing like it...
and yet still ;there's nothing more painful
than the road to your heart going cold and cursed
the longest journey is from our head to our heart,
warm things up
better get living and make a start...
Someone somewhere is desperately thirsty,
deeply dehydrated and hasn't had a drop of water in days ,
they would drink the water from a police cell toilet,
if given the opportunity,
this is one of the worst pains I have ever felt...
and I'm glad it's not me right now!
because I've felt this hideous pain before,
looking back in hindsight, all of what I've presented
as one's brutal suffering ,can be just chances
for character building, for out of the darkness comes the light,
for where theres no pain theres no gain,
as one cannot exist without the other,
and one can't know abundant Joy,
without having felt great suffering,
For as deep and as broad is our suffering. ..
so shall be our comfort...x
AMEN