Beyond the Pain

A poem 'inspired' by Fibromyalgia (and wind) …

I Want To Flee

 I want

To flee

Into the empty pages

Of the night.

 The pain

Crushes me

And I cannot

Resist.

The pain owns

My soul,

And me

And wants

To be repaid

In currency

I seem to not have.

So, in agony

I sit puzzling,

Hoping,

Seeking escape

But

Know not

The path,

The means,

Nor it seems

Much else.

What’s best

For us?

I still have

No fucking

Clue.

©2009 Lyle T. Lachmuth All Rights Reserved.

This is for Rumi T.

SUPPORT 

Each of us
Is alone
And
Yet not.

 None but us
Lives inside
The body
And
The mind.

 None other can
know, taste,
savour the fear, terror,
happiness, delight,
and ecstasy.

 Pale empathies
We share.
Yet, living inside,
Alone
Yields not
Completeness.

 In Truth
We are islands.
We alone choose
Insular status
Or
Construct bridges,
Causeways,
And, paths to others.

 Connections are made
Not from one
Rather the reaching
Out of two.

 You will always
Be an  island.
But need not
Alone entirely be.

 It is but for you to choose.

© 1987 Lyle T. Lachmuth

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