No Pain
Go ahead and sink that dagger in my heart.
It feels not the pain.
Slice it in thin bloody slices.
It feels nothing.
Just sees the red droplets,
Fading in the rain
From natures tears and my own.
so step on my heart and give it a kick.
No dice! Go ahead do it twice.
Twist it and wring it out like a wet rag.
No pain will arise from its battered beating entity.
Try to patch it together
With needle and thread.
Glue will not work.
A tear wont be shed.
Just the silent retort,
From no pain.
If that does not suffice
Do it trice
My heart reflects the pain.
Send it rolling down a muddy bank,
To a river of red,
Where all love is lost.
poem by John Shea
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